that guy your mom tells you about when you're little. he's the one that makes you smile when you're upset over a blue waffle. his jokes seem endless. there is no happy day without his presence. he is talented in so many ways, only the best girl could keep up. he pokes fun at /b/tards and the new generation kids. he listens to classic oldies. he's the guy you take home to meet your family and friends. he has the coolest car. he is proud of everything he has, but is never ungrateful. he keeps his priorities in check. he is the guy that everyone approves of. he won't let you give him hickies, in attempt to remain socially acceptable. his favorite color is blue. he's amazing at the guitar. rocketman is the one guy you can call at any time and complain about all the stupid drama you have just to end up with a smile on your face. you'll always be able to trust him. he's simply, everything you'll ever want in a man. he'll take you to the moon if you let him.
danielle: hey rocketman, when are you going to take me to the moon?
nathan: when i rack up the courage, sweetheart.