Outgoing. Fun. Witty. Kinda nerdy. Like nerburgers. With cheese. But still social. A conversationalist. I can talk about life, love, bad television and your Momma with equal vigor and vividity. I design, lead and teach and learn. Love of all things media...music, movies, books, video games (gasp), magazines, museums. Sign me up. I love food. Suhsi, satay, curly fires, curry, pizza, pasta, peas, burritos, beignets, burgers, kung pao, small children....kidding. About the peas. I will eat anything once. And most things twice. But not Brussels Sprouts. They look like little alien brains. Eww. I love to dance. I like bad booty clubs, 80s night, hoppy house huts, and taking dance lessons so you can wear your cute heels. I love music. My iPod rocks it with equal opportunity, ladies. I say yes to live shows, artsy-fartsy, indie, And Short Round. I'm a fan of family. Mine is crazy. What can you do?
Or hot. Or smoking. Or, I guess, dead sexy. Fashionable, even. But yes. The notion of you should make me all mushy and gushy and blind to the presence of lesser females.
Articulate, employable, aggressive...you have a decidedly quick mind. Even if you were 500 lbs of American "eww,” I'd really, really wish you were hotter, because your brain is delicious. Like snack pack and sushi. Just not at the same time, 'cause that would be weird.
Intimidate, inspire, and enrage me, but for god's sake, don't be apathetic. You love life. You love lamp. You have goals. You reach them. More importantly, you set them. You just like being the shit. You are a pedal-to-the-floor, passion-pedaling princess and I will be proud to call you a lover and friend.
All things considered. I hope you're the type of woman that makes guys have a new type. 'Cause I'd like my girl to be mine.