My friend and I have made up boyfriends... mine fits in well to this thread, I think.
Benji Jackson is 16 or so (I'm 15, not pedophilia). He has shortish black hair and nice muttonchops that are fuzzy and fun to play with and end in a reasonable place. We go to awesome concerts together and the barista in the coffee shop around the corner from his house knows our names and our order. We talk about Gd, love, human nature, and other fun deep things... and then dumb stuff a minute later. We have a secret handshake and it involves modern dance. He's taller than me but not like a foot taller and wears nondescript clothes... just like tees and jeans. We make obscure references from the internet and movies and have fun. He can't dance any more than I can, but we do our best and make asses of ourselves together. He knows how to help me when I'm slipping into a pool of misery and he puts up with the mess that is my mind. He gives the best hugs ever and we can just sit in the park and watch people and be at peace.
I don't really care about his music, but he has to put up with mine and not insult it and I should be okay with his too. It would be nice if he had money, enough to pay for my coffee or T fare sometimes at least.
It's not awkward when I go to kiss him - he kisses me back.
*sigh*