He had SWAG.

You hear all the time that you meet the love of your life when you least expect it.  Who knew that all the talk was true?  When he walked in the room he about knocked me out of my already unbalanced and wobbly desk.  He walked with confidence, and smiled.  Not just a smile, but a "Look at me I have confidence" kinda smile.  Anyone else know what I mean?  Suddenly, every relationship that I had in the past didn't matter.  I wanted to be with this guy.  Anyways, he spoke to me and I didn't understand a word he was saying.  He couldn't be from here.  Was he foreign?  No.  He was from Chicago.  The city of hot shots and smooth talkin pretty boys.  I wanted to be like him, talk like him and meet his friends.  They were probably just as cool as he was.  For the longest time I didn't even know his name.  The only thing I knew was that he liked to Ghost hunt.  For months I called him Ghost man. When I saw him I started immediately doing the thing that I am pretty sure every girl on the face of the planet does.  Evaluation.  Start from the top, and work your way down. He had nice hair.  It was even styled.  A little spikey on top but not Jersey Shore overdone.  He wore nice clothes.  Abercrombie dripped from his hat all the way to his shorts.  Nice shorts too.  Brown lol.  He had a tattoo, the Tree of Life wrapped around his calf.  Oh lord did he have swag.  And Oh Lord was I in trouble.