Title: Five Things Dwight Loves about Angela
He loves the way she dresses. Long sleeves, sweaters with turtlenecks, button-up shirts always buttoned to the top, and either ankle-length skirts or slacks. Sometimes, just for variety, she'll throw in a v-neck or scoop neck blouse; occasionally she'll even leave the top button of her blouse undone. Most guys prefer it when women wear clothes that leave little to the imagination. Dwight would much rather a woman wear clothes that leave everything to the imagination. And Angela never fails to do so. He's forever catching himself imagining her wearing a revealing evening gown, or stepping out of the shower wearing nothing but a towel, or at his bedside wearing a gold bikini (a la Princess Leia).
He loves how organized she is. Her apartment, her workstation, even her car is always home-and-garden-magazine ready and tidy. He loves that she knows precisely where every item in her apartment is. Mostly, though, he's amazed that she can actually keep up with her organizational systems. He's tried to get his stuff organized too many times to count – he's spent incalculable hours trying to come up with simple systems, only to revert back to good old disorganized Dwight a short time later. Plus, the one time he tried it at work, Jim (naturally) messed it up.
He loves that she's not afraid to speak her mind. A lot of women that Dwight has dated (not that Dwight has dated a lot of women – better change that to the two women Dwight dated before Angela) were always afraid to say when they disliked something. Afraid to call someone out when said someone did something they didn't agree with. Not Angela. Angela always says what's on her mind, with little regard for the feelings of the person she's saying it to, and Dwight loves it.
He loves the fact that she's still a virgin. And he knows what you're thinking when he says that, but wait a minute. She told him once that she's saving herself for the right person, that she wants sex to be meaningful and not just sex for the sake of it. Every night, just as Dwight is drifting off to sleep, he prays to the gods that she will think he's the right person.
But above all else, he loves who she is when they're alone. At work, she's severe and firm and other adjectives that may describe that sort of thing. But get her away from work, away from the morons they work with, and she's a completely different person. The icy exterior melts away, and she becomes warm, and gentle, and loving. He can count on one hand the number of times he's heard her laugh – not forced, genuinely laugh – at work; when they're alone, that melodic laugh comes frequently. She was never one much to show affection – or emotion, for that matter – in public. When they're all alone, she's very affectionate. For example, she loves holding his hand. When they're watching TV together, she'll instinctively reach out and grasp it; he loves the way their fingers intertwine so perfectly, how her thumb will trace little back-and-forth patterns over the top of his. He loves the way she'll snuggle against him on a cool night, how she'll smile her beautiful smile and hug him when they first meet outside of work, how she'll kiss him oh-so-gently. His dream is that one day the rest of the world will get to see the Angela he gets to see.
Hopefully, he thinks to himself as he walks up to her apartment door, with a bouquet of roses in hand and a ring box in his pocket, that day will come soon.