a slightly sporadic and moderately vague post about love.

Something about the anniversary of things makes everyone sentimental. And today is no different for me, so I apologize in advance.

today we have been married for 2 years. It has blown by so quickly that I can hardly believe it's really been that long. it's so cliche to talk about how quickly time flies, but it seriously does. I'm afraid if I blink I'll open my eyes and it we'll be celebrating 50 years together.

If you could be a fly on the wall in our house (which isn't to say we have a lot of flies in our house...) you might catch me every once in a while saying something along the lines of how sad it is that Taylor and I don't have the kind of "love at first sight" love story. Because it was more like a "Hi, you're a person. Nice to meet you." story the first time we met. But in all seriousness, I wouldn't trade any of it for anything. My whole life, all of the best friendships I've had are with people who had a different impression of me than who I actually was (It's probably because I seem mean and disinterested, but that's just the way my face is, sorry.)
and then as they invested time in me, I grew on them. Because they really got to know me. And getting to know the man who is now my husband was no different.

I could just make a over-zealous facebook status about how MY HUSBAND IS THE BESSSTTTT!!!!! HE BOUGHT ME FLOWERS!!!! But my husband is so much more than that to me. If I could ever even put it in to words, I would. However, I don't know how to. I don't know how to properly explain that after four years with him, I have never for one second thought, "am I with the right person?" even during the times where we don't see eye to eye. It's more than just the butterfly magical feeling that happens at the beginning (which is an amazing feeling nonetheless). And I know this isn't necessarily rare, but with such a high divorce rate in this country, it gives me hope to know that even when I HATE HIM AND I WANT TO PUNCH HIM IN THE FACE FOR BEING A TOTAL IDIOT, I still love the hell out of him and even in those moments I'm not too proud to tell him I love him out loud. And I would literally ruin the life of any person that ever tried to harm him or speak ill of him. I'm being dramatic, but it's true.

I have literally followed this guy all over the world. I married him in Utah and he took me to Hawaii to celebrate, and then to South Carolina for a temporary job, and then to England for training and then to Savannah  and now to Idaho (the glamour of my life has basically completely diminished) And I'd do it a hundred more times if you gave me the chance.

Taylor Giddens is not perfect at all, and neither am I, and even as a couple put together, we are not perfect. But we are perfect FOR each other. (You knew that was coming, didn't you?) I keep trying to spit this all out without saying all the things that have been said or things you expect me to say, but sometimes romantic things are hard to express without sounding overly cliche.

Here are some links to some other times I tried to explain my feelings for this guy publicly on the internet like a freak girl:

This time when it was way too early on to be talking like this but I already knew.

This time when I was being dramatic about how much better Taylor was than my ex-boyfriend (he is though. It's been scientifically proven in a social science experiment I conducted.)

This post where I was trying to be sweet but I am actually kind of rude to single people. Sorry.


Here's to a 1000 more years Tayl. I love you.

i-15 southbound.

the last two weekends we have traveled outside the grasps of potato hell. the first was Easter weekend where we went down to Manti, UT (my hometown). It is typically--- supposedly a 5 hour drive. But for us it turned into a 7 hour drive. On account of the fact that poor Tayl got food poisoning that LUCKILY, kicked in 2 hours into our drive. Barfy McGee had a real rough trip and I was tired and grumpy so I wasn't nice. Until we finally got there and I saw him in the light and his face was actually GRAY and he was shaking like a Polaroid.  He luckily recovered in time for Easter lunch and we had a short little less than 5 hour ride home.
The thing that changed my life Easter weekend: Discovering Dr. Pepper with coconut syrup at Sip It. *DROOL*

NOW this weekend we decided to sneak away for a lovers night getaway to SLC to celebrate our 2 year anniversary a little early. I looked forward to this little trip for two weeks. It's almost all I thought about at work. AND LUCKILY we were able to catch sessions of conference on the radio on the ride down. We decided to eat at Tucano's a Brazilian Steak house (unlimited MEATS) for lunch and then catch an early showing of JURASSIC PARK 3D IN IMAX (WHICH WAS AWWWEEEESSSOOOMMMEEE). Then for dinner we went for sushi at a tasty little place called Simply Sushi. Which has endless sushi for 21 bucks. ANYWAY, We did more than just eat and watch a movie. But for the sake of censorship, I will spare you. But in closing: I love Salt Lake City, and I love my Tayl.

hiatus. tayl returns!

it's sad that my life is so that when I don't blog for 6 days it feels like I haven't blogged in 12 years. But, I mean, blogging is really one of my main duties as a wife and I should at least be blogging on Wednesdays and I totally skipped. Sorry to all my dedicated readers of Wifed Up Wednesday (aka just Jen.)

Monday felt like Monday, Then Tuesday felt like Saturday and a little bit of Sunday. So Wednesday felt like Monday and everything was out of control. In a good way.

The real Monday (not Wednesday) is when Taylor came home, finally.

His flight wasn't due to arrive until 3:55 PM so I went about my day as normal as the strong independent woman I had developed into over the past 3 weeks. In the afternoon, I was doing my make-up I got a call from Taylor at about 3:50 PM saying that he had landed, collected his luggage, and was waiting for me. I felt bad that I wasn't there waiting for him, but I forgot that Savannah airport is not like Atlanta.
So I hauled my butt out the door to get my man.

When we got home Taylor and Lux had their reunion and it was like I stopped existing to them.

Lux missed her daddy, and his leg:

The day went on and we relaxed and did normal married people stuffs. I did Taylor's laundry. (The first non-asian to do his laundry in weeks.) Then we went to the Hunger Games (again for me).

Random note, homecoming day also happened to be wildlife day in casa de Taykyns. 

That morning April came over to play tennis with me and she brought the mail in with her and informed me that this was in our mailbox:

 It was dead, obviously, but so pretty. I hope that in spite of the fact that it was dead, it was still a good omen.

Then while helping Tay unpack I went to hang up his coat in the coat closet and I saw this next to the frame of the front door:

And I was like, what the hef is that?

Oh no big deal, it's just a tree frog, in my house.

Don't worry, I set it free. I'm just glad it didn't suffer the same fate as it's forefather. (see:  the massacre of 11/11/11)

Anyway, the next day (Tuesday, which felt like Saturday) I woke up and I couldn't believe that my husband was home. It was weird to roll over and see not just a pile of laundry and a fluffy bed hogging doggy, but a MAN IN MY BED.

Someday I'll show you pictures that he took in China.

The cab driver strikes again.

Taylor spent his Saturday in Tianjin (which contrary to what I thought, he is not staying in Tianjin, just near it.)

He took a bunch of pictures and bought me a "Prada" bag, but unfortunately I don't currently have access to either thing. But he told me a story that I wanted to share.

You might recall from a previous blog post a story about a friendly cab driver who attempted to win Taylor's friendship with promises of beers and women. This same cab driver was taking him to Tianjin on Saturday and decided to let Tayl know that he was "very pretty". Tayl was like, "Thank you, but I'm not really that great." And the cab driver was like, "Trust me I have seen a lot of foreigners and YOU are very pretty. Is your wife pretty like you?" And Taylor was like, "No man, she's a mutant." (OK, OK I'm lying. He said I was pretty, but of course he said that. Guys don't marry girls they think are ugly.) Then the cab driver started asking him about when we were going to to have pretty babies and Tayl said, "We're not sure. But my younger sister is pregnant." To which the cab driver replied, "Is your sister pretty too? She must be if she has the same face as you!"

That's pretty much the story but I find it very odd that the man used the word pretty. This conversation was in Chinese, but there is a Chinese word for "handsome" and this guy did not use it. 

ALSO, Taylor lost his passport for about a day, but then found it. He left it in a cab that he had luckily paid for and had the receipt and phone number to that cab. ITS A CHRISTMAS MIRACLE. I thought he was going to have to be a Chinese citizen and miss our anniversay.

I have to blog about stuff that happens to him over there because my life is boring without him here.

little trouble in big china.

After 24 hours of travel, Taylor made it to China in one piece.

We have been able to Skype and email a little whenever he wakes up and I'm getting ready for bed and vice versa (on account of the 13 hour time diff), which has been nice. It's like we have traveled back in time to the early days of our blossoming love affair.

ANYWAY, I asked him to update the blog with his various adventures in China, BUT he is unable to access google (which includes blogger) and also Facebook. I've found some of his email updates humorous so I thought I would copy and paste them in lieu of him blogging.

Sunday Night :

"I got here just fine. 

The flight from Seattle to Beijing was tough. It wasn't long into the flight that I started burping collard greens that I got from Paschal's in Atlanta airport and I knew everything wasn't ok. I sat in my seat with my belt undone for a while. Then got a coke and walked around in the back of the plane a little. Then I started to feel like I really might barf up those collard greens along with the chopsteak, so I stood in the airplane bathroom. For about an hour. Finally I just pooped. I hoped that would be the end, so I finally asked for my dinner. The chicken and stuffing smelled delicious, but when it hit my tongue my body was clearly rejecting it. So I went and stood in the other bathroom. While in there both times I preemptively cleaned the seats off and practiced squeezing my legs around the toilet in the tiny little room to get ready for when I lost it. But I just couldn't puke. So after another hour or so in there I sat back down and was fortunate enough to be able to sleep it off after eating a slice of cucumber. I finally was able to get my cold dinner down after the first hour or so nap. All in all I ended up sleeping quite a bit after that.

But I knew when it didn't come out the top end that it would later meet me at the back alley. And it did. As soon as I stood up to get off the plane it hit me that I needed to clear my bowels. And I had to wait for everyone to clear out. I followed the crowd out of the tunnel, up the escalator, noting that everything was in Chinese and thinking that I had pictured my first steps in China to be less frantic, and finally around the corner found the bathroom. It was very relieving, but by the time it had subsided I was left all alone. 

I followed the signs for baggage claim and eventually caught up with everyone at the customs desk. I made it through without a problem and found my driver that was arranged. It was Sindy's husband, Yang Yong He. It was an hour and a half drive or so to the hotel and we chatted the whole way. Until we stopped so I could pee on the side of the road. That was really the first I saw of China, when I stepped over the siderail of the highway to pee in the middle of the night. It was nice finally putting my Chinese to the test for the first time in so long. It was a struggle to remember some very basic words. When I went to tell him how we had locked ourselves out of the house on the way to the airport and had to reach my arm up in the doggy door to break back into the house to get the car keys I had to ask him how to say the words wallet and arm. Pretty weak. Along the way I told him how much I was looking forward to some good chinese food and mentioned a few of my favorites, so when we got close to the hotel he treated me to one of the things I mentioned, niu rou mian or beef noodle soup. It was excellent"

I probably should have warned you about all the toilet talk in that one, but whatever. It is what is, and it made ME laugh.

Monday he had the day off to adjust and rest. He sent me pictures of his breakfast. That is one thing I am happy about, that he gets to enjoy the Chinese food he loves so dearly. But this breakfast looks weird. 

Just as a side note, this breakfast cost 34 american dollars!

He got a haircut (which was crazy to me that they allow haircuts in China that aren't bowl cuts) and he sent me this email Monday evening:

"Dear Kynslie,
I didn't go sightseeing. I met up with Mark instead and he went over what all is going on here. Then we went over to Motorola. We walked by where they make all these phones. I was surprised when he said they don't even wear gloves when they're making them. It was cool to see how normal and crappy looking it is looking inside one of these huge corporations. Also, it's snowing a little. Also, people drive like maniacs here. There seem to be very loose interpretations of traffic laws. People don't care about lanes. It's crazy. Also, I love you. 

Your husband in love,
Taylor"

Later we skyped when it was a about two in the morning his time. He told me he was hungry so we parted ways. Later I got this email:

"Dear Kynslie,

I went to get some dumplings just now cuz i forgot to eat dinner. The first place the taxi driver tried to take me to was closed, so he kindly offered to take me to get some beers and have some pretty girls accompany me. I said no and he found me a 24 hour dumpling shop. Me likely. He gave me his number and wants to be my friend. Now I will try to sleep.

Love you long time,
Taylor"

It makes me feel so special to know that he turned down an offer so enticing as some beers and pretty Asian girls. 

Goodbye Tayl. Hello, Ryans.

this morning was crazy. we were walking out to my car to take Tay the airport when he started patting his pockets. he had forgotten his wallet inside. I handed my keys to him and I waited outside and destroyed some ant hills on the sidewalk. he walked out the door in a rush and i asked if he had the keys... he didn't. And he had locked the door. SO after about ten minutes of sheer panic he was able to finagle himself back in the house by strong-arming the lock through the doggy door.

we DID make it in time to the airport, with quite a bit of time to spare. when we pulled up to the curb and i got out of the car it all hit me at once and i started crying. I tried not to look at him cause that made it worse.

When I got back in the car after our goodbyes, it was like dejavu from 2 and a half years ago when Taylor came out to visit me and I had to send him home so he could come back in 3 weeks to drive with me to start my new life in Atlanta. I cried most of the drive home. Then I saw a Hooters billboard and stopped crying because it got me to thinking, and I got the best idea ever...

(this is where the blog takes a really strange turn, but i had to share this)

I developed a concept for a new restaurant which will basically a Hooters for women. I am going to find a way to clone Ryan Gosling and Ryan Reynolds (and possibly try to create some kind of mixture of the two, just to see) and that way I won't have to worry about finding hot guys because that will pretty much cover every woman's needs. I mean, if you don't like BOTH Ryans then you like one or the other, and if you don't like either, you're either A) blind or B) a lesbian, and you can just go to Hooters. Ok?

So there will be a bunch of these serving you delicious food (oh yeah that's another difference, the food will actually be good)

 

You will come in and get to choose who you want to serve you. (this is where my mixed version of the two will come in handy if you can't decide.) Also I will make them dress classy and sexy. This isn't Chippendales for crying out loud!
 But if you tip good and ask nice they'll probably show you their abs.


And then since they are clones I will program them to say really nice things to you like:

and

and I'll be all THANKS RYAN!

So yeah, basically I've thought of everything. EXCEPT the name. I thought about "Ryans" but then that seemed too boring. Then I thought about something obscene like "balls" but that was too obscene, plus not as clever as Hooters, and I won't be out bested by them. Especially cause they still dress like they're in the 90's. 

So ladies, that's where you come in, I need suggestions for names if I'm gonna make this happen.

So. it has come to this.

I think this is funny:

Also, I am depressed.

Not like clinically or forever, but just currently. Remember when we were nearing the end of our time in England and Taylor almost had to go to China without me? But then he ended up not having to go and we got to come home and get settled here in Savannah. 

Well, the time has come for Taylor to go to China for reals. He is leaving on Saturday and he won't be back until March 26th. That's 23 days!

I know that's seems like no time at all for a lot of people (especially, like say, military wives). But TO ME, it is long. Taylor and I have not been apart that long since before I moved to Atlanta. And our whole marriage we haven't spent more than 2 days apart.  So to me, this sucks. 

When we found out he was going a couple of weeks ago I was trying to pretend that it wasn't a big deal to me but as each day ends and we get closer to Saturday, I get more and more sad about it. I am getting a little emotional right now just writing about it. I just want to crawl into the bed and sleep the whole month of March away. I love Taylor, he is my best best friend and I love being married (it's really better than anyone ever led me to believe that it would be... and I'm not just saying that to make my life seem cool.) 

I don't think that being away from him is going to be any fun at all. It will be stupid and boring.

PLUS, Lux acts like a real lady bastard when Taylor isn't around in the night time. She sleeps at the foot of the bed (instead of her usual against my back shoving me off the bed) and just growls at EVERY SINGLE thing possible. And I know she's going to be even worse knowing that her father is in a country where people have no problem eating dogs. She'll probably take it personally.

The bright side is that he will be home for our anniversary so we can go back to Maui....

Just kidding, I wish we were going to Maui. 

If anyone wants to come stay with me while he's gone and entertain me that's okay by me.

We were bored, so I curled Taylor's hair.

it got really weird, really fast. 

but hey, at least I didn't put make-up on him.

"remind me of your name again?"

So last Friday we went to the Chili Cook Off at the church. We've actually gone to quite a few church activities which I am pretty proud of myself because I am normally a church anti-social. Where I come from I didn't need to be friends with people at church cause I had my own friends, also where I come from people at church suck. Here, people are friendly and cool/interesting.

Anyway, we've been in the ward for about... 4 months. Long enough that we're not really new. Long enough that we've met the same handful of people enough that we should remember their names, because they definitely remember ours, but for some reason my HUSBAND, can not remember anybody's names.

I was so embarrassed of him at this particular church function because people would be like, "hi taylor & kynslie" and Taylor would be like, "Remind me of your name again..." in a friendly tone, of course. But the time limit has passed where you can ask these people that without sounding like, "Hi, I'm an arsehole and you weren't significant enough to remember." I started keeping count in my head of how many times he said this to people that night, I got to 9 times and then got distracted.

He would even say that to people that we had never even met. Like instead of just saying, "Hi, I'm Taylor, what's your name?" He would say, "I'm Taylor, Remind me of your name again." and I just stared at him. I was in such awe of him, awe and embarrassment. There are other ways of talking to someone who's name you forgot. First of all, we're at church so you can just be like, "Brother" and "Sister" which to me is weird and what old people do, but it is acceptable, at church. There's also, buddy, guy, sir, ladyguy, ladysir, dude, bro, champ, sport, madam, girl, etc.

I'm not really sure how Taylor thrived and flourished so well in the single's ward before I came a long, with his blatant disregard for important personal details like someone's name. Maybe he lost his tact after he married me. Or maybe it was because he put out.

If you are reading this, and at some point this man of mine has forgotten your name, just ignore him. He called me Kinesly (pronounced Ka-eye-nz-lee) like the second time I met him, and I still married him. So he's obviously got some good qualities too.

the time Taylor's neighbor got shot.

throughout our travels i have found that when men tell stories to a group of people, their women (wife, girlfriend, fiance) like to "help" them tell the story. even, though, typically, it's a story that the woman was not around for, so most of the time their additions are either embellished or completely inaccurate. and so when this happens, it takes at least double the time for the guy to get through the story because she interrupts, or he has to constantly correct her.

in this video, Taylor tells the story of the time his neighbor was shot in the middle of the night. This was several years ago before we even met, but I help him tell the story anyway.

and sorry, a couple of times I almost busted up, because I think we are so hilarious.

ENJOY. (Nice thumbnail huh?)

 

don't forget about the GIVEAWAY.

Priesthood Campout at Fort Pulaski

The weekend before last I went camping at Fort Pulaski with the priesthood brethren.  Despite being in January it was really good weather for camping.  I arrived at sunset and the view back towards Savannah from the bridge to Fort Pulaski was very pretty.  When I got there everyone was gathered around the fire making hobo dinners.  To be honest, I was a little disappointed that there wasn’t a nicer dinner ready, but I was surprised when a pulled out my hobo dinner from the fire and it was delicious.  So delicious, in fact, that I made a second.  And I was delighted to find that there was stuff to make smores with.

After dinner, everyone gathered around to sing a few church songs and to share a spiritual thought.  It caught me off guard that they were doing this, even though I should have expected it, but I was glad they were.  It’s not necessarily the type of thing that guys would gather round the fire to do which is why it was nice that it was a priesthood camp out.  We had Ben Clark play the guitar to accompany us singing and also had a special number on the harmonica.  Charles Jensen shared a spiritual thought relating the battle at Fort Pulaski to the battle in our spiritual lives.

After the spiritual thought and music, a few of the adults and a few of the boys walked over to the tunnels outside of the fort at night.  Some of the leaders had enjoyable time frightening the boys by throwing rocks into the woods and making them think there something out there.  One of the guys got a coke at the vending machine with his credit card, at which time some of the boys started hitting the buttons.  Not understanding that the transaction with the man’s credit card was still open, they started yelling, “this machine’s giving out free cokes!” when two more cokes came out.  I wasn’t there to see it, so I just thought Daniel really like coke when I saw him with three of them, but when he explained it I thought that was pretty hilarious.

It had been a while since I’ve been camping, so I was worried I might not sleep very well, but it turned out I slept pretty well.  I woke up a few times early in the morning, listening for sounds of breakfast being made and debating whether I should get out of my tent to go to the bathroom.  After drifting in and out of sleep for a little while I decided that even though I hadn’t heard breakfast being made I should go ahead and get up.  I was really excited about having breakfast being made without having been asked to contribute.  When I finally peered out of my tent, to my astonishment of the campground was deserted.  They had already left to start the service project without me.

With camping hair I went off to meet them.  Luckily I had turned my phone off to save enough battery power for at least one call, but I hadn’t anticipated that it would be a help everyone left me I don’t know where to go call.  When I met up with them, there wasn’t much left to do, so I walked with them as they picked trash up on the outer dike surrounding Fort Pulaski.  In his spiritual thought the night before, Charles had told us about how the union army had defeated Fort Pulaski we have the newly invented rifle canon.  It was very cool to see that the battered wall of the fort that they had destroyed from a mile away on Tybee Island.

shaving.

i know that technically, as a married blogger i am supposed to update on the holiday happenings. but this isn't it. maybe tomorrow.

i love Taylor's beard. seriously, i love it. it's multi colored and a little gingery, but i just think he is so cute with a beard. i love him without it too. but i really feel like he is personalizing his face specifically for me when he sports his technicolor dream beard.

but sometimes, he has to shave it. i don't really understand why, but i guess it's probably good to let your face breathe once in awhile

at first i would get really sad when he would shave it. but it grows back pretty fast, so it's fine. but we've (Tay) has gotten into this new thing where he shaves it but he likes to take multiple hours to do so.

he'll shave it into weird designs and hang out like that before he shaves it all off and then try to make out with me and it upsets me. he'll do mutton chops, Hitler stache, goatee, chinstraps etc., but today he did the worst thing ever, he did a Fred Durst-esque kind of thing and it was extremely unsettling.

April is visiting us and she encourages his exploration of facial hair design, as she finds it humorous or cool. i am definitely an advocate for comedic and/or ironic facial hair but not when it comes to the man that i share my home and bed with.

it's harder for me to love him when he looks like he belongs in a limp bizkit video.

don't worry though, i bartered some kisses to get him to shave it off and it's gone now.

for my husband, i prefer a nice manly mustache. or a well trimmed beard. but legally i am obligated to love him, even when he looks like trash and takes pictures of himself in the mirror to amplify the trashiness.

sigh.

a post that might make you vomit.

considered yourself warned.

This is one of those posts that I am mostly writing for myself. I never really considered a blog to be something I did for myself (rather, we blog for attention) until I was saying how I didn't feel like blogging one day, but I felt like I needed to, for our family and friends. That's when my best friend told me that I shouldn't blog for anyone but MYSELF (and I guess my husband too..) as a way of documenting our lives.

THIS GUY. 

So if you haven't guessed already, this is going to be a post about how much I love my husband.  It's a post for me to reflect back on when I am feeling like he takes too long to get out of the house when we're leaving, or when he's snoring too loud for me to sleep, or when he acts like a diva because he is hungry.  A post where I remember not to take him for granted.

I am not sure where to start so I'll start at the beginning.

I was pretty sure that I was doomed to be with a crappy guy who I would probably end up divorcing. This wasn't really a self esteem issue, it was just based on the women in my family (my mom, my aunt, my grandma) and the men I had dated up until I met Taylor.

This was how I KNEW that Taylor had to be TOO good to be true. There had to be some horrible awful qualities that would definitely ruin my life.

I figured I had better move to Atlanta to be sure.

Moving to Atlanta sucked. I left a lot behind in Utah, including people who loved me. I remember one of the first days of being there I was at Institute at the church and I overheard some girls talking about how weird I was and they were surprised that Taylor was so crazy about ME. It really hurt my feelings, and I would be lying if I said it didn't make me hate them a little bit. Especially because it made me realize that probably a lot of girls felt that way.

BUT YOU KNOW WHAT? It didn't matter. They were rude and catty. But they were right. I am STILL surprised that Taylor is crazy about ME.

This is the part where I tell you what's so great about him.

BESIDES THAT HE IS SO HANDSOME


He is so sweet (some people call him gay), he gives everyone the benefit of the doubt, he will talk to anyone about anything, he takes SUCH GOOD care of me, he doesn't mind cooking dinner or doing laundry sometimes, he opens doors for me, he goes out of his way to make sure I get GOOD shampoo, he will help anyone, at anytime, no questions asked, he likes to spend time with me, he laughs at my jokes, he doesn't always say the right thing, which I love, because I know he's sincere when he says lovely things, he has never lied to me, I always know he will tell the truth, he gives Lux haircuts, he actually kisses and hugs me TOO MUCH (I would rather have too much, making people gag, than not enough), he likes children, he tells me I'm pretty, he eats what I cook even if it sucks, he lets me be who I am, he doesn't care when I fart on him, he always wakes me up to kiss and hug me goodbye in the morning, he fixes stuff, he likes my friends, he encourages me to do the things I love, and most importantly he cherishes my good qualities instead of focusing on the bad all the time.

There's actually like 1000 more great qualities about Taylor but we would be here for days.

If that made you WAY jealous, and you are single, here are some tips on how to bag a classy gentleman like Tayl Giddens.

1. Be funny and/or charming.
2. Be at least mildly attractive. (i.e. Brush your hair.)
3. Don't be a psycho.

That's pretty much it. Good luck!