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kalman middle last

— um so is called kal for short, but soccer buddies have also nicknamed him as kalman (pronounced callman) when they need something, which often they need his mom’s minivan to take them places so there’s that
— in case you weren’t aware, yes, he on the soccer team and he’s actually one of the best on his team, which he feels is pretty legitimate for his future as he’s goes to a private school full of gifted white kids and to this day, he’s not sure exactly how he got in besides the fact that he lives nearby
— he’s jewish. Well, his father is Jewish, his mother is catholic so imagine what it’s like being split between two religions. He’s been baptized, he’s had a bar mitzvah, he goes to catholic to this day and his dad sometimes makes the hour drive to celebrate Hanukkah with him so he’s sort of living the best of both worlds
— speaking of bar mitzvah at his, he got drunk by accident because he got ahold of his dad’s daiquiri without knowing and then revealed drunkenly that he was gay during his speech. Now, this is when he was thirteen years old and he barely remembers but since he was laughing about it everyone luckily figures he was joking but I’m sure that one of his twelve cousins that won’t let him live it down
— but yes, he’s gay as fuck but there’s something about him that isn’t ready. He is accepting towards the fact with himself; he’s known he’s liked boys since he was five years old but Jesus every time he wants to tell family or friends it’s never the time and speaking of boys, he gets hella nervous around the ones he thinks are cute. It took him awhile to get used to being around to one of his hella cute teammates
— his whole room is overly clean by his choice. everything is carefully organized but it’s not his fault. He probably has learned it from his mother, as their house is basically the epitome of one of those furniture catalogs.
— He isn’t really the party type of guy. His teammates literally have to drag him to one after excessive convincing from his mother and even then, he comes up with lame excuses to cancel plans. The only time he really likes to go out is probably when they’re going to Apple Bees and it’s his teammates and only his teammates and even then he tends to be one of the quietest guys there.
— because he’s a jock, a lot of people tend to judge a book by its cover and he’s labeled as a plausible asshole but he’s anything but. He’s one of the sweetest guys ever and believe it or not, he’s intelligent without even trying. He likes poetry and reading and that’s probably what he’s doing when he’s not at soccer practice or at church.
— allergic to dogs but loves dogs. allergic to cats but still loves them regardless.
— has a tumblr under the name of blue-oreos because his favorite color is blue and he absolutely loves Oreos at any time — lunch, breakfast, dinner, brunch. In this tumblr is where he reblogs poetry never writes some of his own about feeling almost solitary in his queerness
— his mother is an interior decorator, and a successful one at that so more often than not, every one to two years, she gives the whole house a makeover and she’s freaking killer with parties and decorating for holidays
— track suits and windbreakers make up most of his closet.
— has a set obsession with things that are eerie like, hotel hallways in the middle of the night or target and Walmart at 12 in the morning
— the shy type of romantic; when he’s holding hands with you and someone is to point it out, he gets all blush about it but he’s not afraid to also show you off to the world. In fact, he’d want to. He wants everyone to know how happy you make him