About a Guy

So there is a guy. He is my boyfriend though I find it hard to believe and I am still a bit leery of the situation. I think because it is so new to me.
I really like him. I realized I really liked him when I didn't give him a nickname such as:

The Convict (this is a long story in and of itself)
The Phone Guy
The Diabetic
The Union Guy
The Online Guy
The Lawyer (we are almost friends again)
The Boy
I am sorry if for some reason you are any of the people listed above and you actually realize it. I mean no disrespect.

He has never had a nickname. I have always referred to him by his actual name. I mean I could think of things to call him, but they just aren't fitting. It seems wrong. Almost as if I would be denying him his individuality by giving him some stupid reference nickname.

Anyway, he makes me giggle and laugh. He doesn't take himself or me too seriously, yet he took the situation seriously when I told him that I was looking for more of a commitment in my life than what he and I had going on. He suggested we give it a shot. That was my big decision. It turned out in a way I did not expect. He has a passion for music and a voice that was made for singing (karaoke at least). He loves cats and being silly. He gives me raspberries which make me laugh more than I think I have ever laughed in my whole entire life. He is hairy. He has tattoos. His eyes are a beautiful blue. He makes me think my family would like him... first guy since the ex that I actually thought could eventually meet the family and be liked.

This feeling frightens me.