Why I should just fucking marry my roommate

So recently I've come to realize that I may find someone attractive enough to ask them out--- but just then I had another realization: I should just marry my roommate instead. I know this seems kind of strange, and he's far from perfect, but holy fucking shit he makes up for every single flaw of mine.

1. He cooks. Yeah, he made fried rice for lunch today, which I took to school. It tasted delicious. He fucking cooks, and it tastes good.
2. He cleans. His room is like as tidy as a... tidy room, I guess. Unlike mine, it doesn't have loose sheets of paper flying across of floor, the table isn't covered in 3cm of dust... and his clothes are folded neatly inside his wardrobe. As for my clothes... well they're spread across the bed and I have no idea whether they're dirty of clean. I just throw everything into the wash at the end of the week, to be on the safe side.
3. He helps me with maths. Not that I'm horrible at maths, but I certainly lack the motivation to do as well as I'd like to. He works ahead, writes up a thick book of solutions and hands them to me. I doubt I can find another roommate who is willing to do that for me... or rather, has the ability to do so for me.
4. And and and get this, this is the MOST PERFECT ASPECT ABOUT HIS CHARACTER, IT OUTWEIGHS EVERY SINGLE FUCKING OTHER THING ON THIS LIST: he bought me a bottle of insect killer. HOLY FUCKING SHIT. After hearing that I've been plagued by the spiders nesting at my window (I only told him today), he went out, just then, braving the cold and rain, to buy me a bottle of insect killer. Guys, this is the most fucking touching moment of my entire life.

I may or may not be over-romanticizing a little here. Then he mentioned how he was going to get me another lid for the light in my room, because I told him once upon a time how I hated white light, and wanted a yellow glow. He got a chair, climbed up to the lights, but sadly couldn't find a way to safely remove the lid, else I probably would have a yellow light by now. Fair enough that he didn't want to risk infuriating my parents by breaking the lights.

So yes, it appears that all that anyone needs to gain my fancy is to... buy me a bottle of insect killer.

P.S. He just came into my room with a cup of hot milk tea. I should start planning our wedding.