What I don't understand about chicks. (I mean "Ladies," my apologies to Title IX)

I'm marginally respectable, have been able to hold down a good job every now and again, and have no frozen cat heads in my freezer (anymore). 

I think butterflies are one of the most wonderful creatures ever,

I watch sunsets,

I am quiet,

and I am different from everyone else.

Apparently, those qualities are quite entrancing at first.  For the ladies, I mean.  But then, the truth seeps in.  Those qualities also have a negative side, which I fully realize:

I like butterflies, therefore I am quite unlikely to think a bug needs to be squished (unless that bug is a cricket, in which case my motto is "No Mercy").
I love sunsets, but I don't like sunrises.  Every working stiff sees a sunrise; very few people in this world can actually enjoy a sunset.
I am quiet, which means I don't talk much about anything, important or not. 
I am different from everyone else means that...I am different from everyone else.  I don't care about fashion, I don't care about cars or sports or making a bunch of money or religion or politics or what anyone else thinks. 
I'm terrible at making plans; I can spell resterant better than I can pick one; I just don't think like that.

But if I were told what would make you happy, what would make you smile...I would move a mountain, grain by grain; I would empty an ocean with a fork; I would do the impossible...or at least what you thought was impossible for me to do.  Because...
I don't have a reason,
Other than a smile;
A light brush of your fingerprints on mine;
10 minutes of looking into your eyes;
 Making you a cup of coffee in the morning and a cup of tea at night.

I'm really simple.  You smile and I am happy.  I am that simple.