From the Boy Closet is a weekly meme hosted by A Good Addiction.
My pick from the boy closet today is Dash. Since I recently read Dash & Lily's Book of Dares by David Levithan and Rachel Cohn you can say that he is my newest fictional crush.
He's not the bad boy type I'm used to, but I occasionally fall for nice nerdy guys too, and he falls in that category. He's the cute loner guy who loves to read books. What more could a girl want?! And his wit is really impressive. As Mrs. Basil E. said, “I find young Dashiell to be not contemptible, for a specimen of teenage male. His persnicketiness is not nearly as delightful as he’d have one believe, but he has his own charm nonetheless. Articulate to a fault, perhaps—but a forgivable and, dare I say, an admirable misdemeanor.”
I think having to go through your parents divorce and then having such a irresponsible father must be hard. Considering that, Dash is pretty nice. He's sweet and kind and well an all around nice guy. Also, he has a good sense of humor and he made me laugh numerous times in the book! I would love to date him!
Here are a few quotes that made me fall in love with him:
"Are you a teenage boy?
If yes, please turn the page.If no, please return this to where you found it."
I was sixteen and equipped with the appropriate genitalia, so I cleared that hurdle nicely.
I turned to find Priya, this girl from my school, somewhere between a friend and acquaintance—a frequaintance, as it were.
My father had slipped me a hundred-dollar bill and told me to go to town with it. In fact, his exact words were, “Don’t spend it all on booze and women”—the implication being, of course, that I should spend at least some of it on booze and women.
I decided if I were ever to get into booze and women, my line would be Excuse me, madam, but I would really love to bed and muss you…. Are you perchance free this evening?
Luckily, I always travel with a book, just in case I have to wait in line for Santa, or some such inconvenience.
“You really think love needs to have a future?”
“Good,” Lily said. “So do I.”
“Good,” I echoed, leaning in. “So do you.”
“Don’t repeat what I say,” she told me, swatting at my arm.
“Don’t repeat what I say,” I murmured, smiling.
“You’re being silly,” she said, but the silliness was falling out of her voice.
“You’re being silly,” I assured her.
“Lily is the greatest girl who ever was.”
I drew closer. “Lily is the greatest girl who ever was.”
For a moment, I think we’d forgotten where we were.
And then the officers returned, and we were reminded once again.