He snuggles fuzzy animals.

When complete strangers first meet LO, he can come off a little intimidating. He says what's on his mind. He isn't afraid of offending anyone or telling them to fuck off. And he's been trained to fire deadly weapons. But what people don't know about this seemingly "tough guy" is two-fold: (1) He loves Disney movies (when we first met, this troubled me just a tad - how many times can one person watch the same cartoon farm animals?!) and (2) He spends his weekends like this:

I found out about his passion for fuzzy animals casually one day while we were taking a romantic stroll in the park. We were carrying a pretty good conversation when, out of nowhere, he began to run towards the rocks by the water, screaming like a little girl. It was only after I chased him down and right before he took off again that I realized he was running after a squirrel. And taking photos of it. For about half an hour.

This was one of our first dates.

Since then, I've seen this guy go into pet stores with the sole purpose of blowing air at a sleeping guinea pig or rabbit, make a U-turn on a small road after seeing a bunny and park in front of a strange house and run around their front yard looking for it to "play with it" (as I slid down in my seat in the car, hoping the home-owners didn't own a rifle) and wait at an intersection for a good five minutes with a molester-type smile on his face until someone walking their dog finally passed him so that he could pet the animal.

Cute? Creepy? A little bit of both.

But definitely not as "tough" as you think.

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