Huh huh huh?
Go on. Tell me. 
Courage!
He knows Morse code. swoon
Me. 
Okay, he’s my husband, but somebody had to say it. 
Damn! - missed it by that much!
Dude, he “got” grammar.
hits “post”, sits back, and waits for Guadere’s Law to catch up with her
Hahaha, That doesn’t count, SusanStoHelit. The wording was intentional. 
A hefty life insurance policy.
“What’s your boyfriend have that I don’t?” is something I’ve never asked. It seems like such a whiny, wussy type of thing to say. However:
A buddy and I were in this beach-side bar, see, one sunny Saturday afternoon. He’s been tryin’ to chat this chick up for, maybe, an hour and gettin’ nowhere. I’m sittin’ on the next stool down the bar, sippin’ Jack & Coke and watchin’ his exercise in futility with increasing amusement.
Finally, he’s on the verge of desperation, (I guess) and pops that biggie:“What’s your boyfriend got that I don’t?”
Her reply came instantly and it was smooth as silk: “A seven inch dick and one hundred dollars in his wallet.”
Since my friend was in possession of neither of those items and we were ridin’ in his car, we departed.
Bet he never asks that one again!
The ability to groom his eyebrows with his tongue?
Charasma!
A trebuchet.
Another thing:
The key to my chastity belt.
Superficially, he “got” a cute accent and long beautiful hair.
Ginger hair.
I love the red-heads.
I don’t have a boyfriend.
Me neither but you don’t hear me bragging. Its not for lack of trying either, I try to wear low riding pants that show off my tighty whities, but I am not catching any fish with that bait.
Not even bottom-feeders?
Sorry.
Kudos on that triple entendre
Sweetness, charm, humour, sex appeal, kindness, sensitivity…
…yeah, I got nobody.