Prince Ali, fabulous he, Ali-Ababwa
So . . . college is college. Midterms are coming up, as is the play that I'm in, Our Town, so later on this week I'm gonna die, but as far as right now goes, I'm good.
But this post is about my boyfriend, because I know he has found my LiveJournal now and I want to clear a few things up.
Oh, yeah, forgot to mention. I got a boyfriend within the first two months of college. Quite awesome, seeing as with the rest of life it took me 16 years to get a boyfriend, only to get dumped seven months later for no reason. THROUGH A FREAKING NOTE. There's a reason why he's saved as 'Asshole Ex--DON'T RESPOND' in my phone.
But I digress. I'm learning how to chase out my demons from my past relationship, because I've denied their existence for the past year and suddenly they feel the need to crop up again, right as I'm content with where I am. It's hard that's what she said because my mind makes comparisons, which aren't fair to me, to him, to anyone. I can only think about how love has hurt me instead of helped me and that slows my progress.
BUT I DIGRESS AGAIN. In looking back through my old posts, I came across this one from December of last year:
My ideal boyfriend in college will be a guy who:
Is tall and skinny
Has dark, wavy hair and brown eyes
Has emo glasses
Has frekkles. :)
Wears scarves and peacoats. Navy peacoats.
Wears turtlenecks.
Often puts his hands in his front pockets.
Kills at poetry slams.
Willingly poses shirtless for me to draw. (A girl can dream!)
Rubs his chin when he's thinking.
Wears black, beat-up Converses almost daily
Is rarely seen without iPod earbuds in his ears
Plays acoustic guitar
Has a gap between his front teeth
Leans in close when I talk to him
Takes me out on dates to coffee shops
. . . he is also:
Not a smoker, alcoholic, or druggie. Or Republican. If he turns out to be a smoker, then he will show his love for me by quitting. But it's better if he isn't a smoker in the first place.
The world's biggest geek. Talk to me like he is Yoda, he will. And we will have long, deep, meaningful conversations about how Gandalf survived the Balrog and about the theme of self-sacrifice in Harry Potter. Swoon, I will.
Not a fan of skinny jeans on men. 'Nuff said.
A close shaver. I hate beards. They feel weird. And speaking as a girl who once went out with a guy who only shaved once a week *the horrors!* I'm still at that stage in my life where I like clean-shaven guys.
A bit socially awkward. Over-confident guys are difficult to go out with. This runs in the same vein as being geeky. The only people my college boyfriend and I won't be awkward around are each other. Awww . . .
Is just a good guy all around. What else can I say?
Well. I'm just gonna say that I wrote this probably after finding out my ex was dating another girl IMMEDIATELY after breaking up with me, so my mindset was, "Well, she can have his buttface all to herself because I'm gonna find a great guy in college."
And I did. And looking back on this list, it's pretty funny how high my expectations were. Fortunately, my boyfriend makes most of these items, for he . . .
* Has dark eyes
* Is a poet
* Is a geek
* Is a musician (well, perhaps not acoustic guitar, but he's teaching himself how to play the piano. SWOON.)
* Wears sweaters (but not turtlenecks. WTF I found turtlenecks attractive?)
* Rubs his chin when he's thinking
* Is a bit socially awkward
* Is not a smoker
* Has glasses (but they broke)
* Is just a great guy all around
And he's better than this imaginary guy because, to be honest, this faux-guy seems like he'd be a little moody and no fun to be around. But my boyfriend is super-fun to be around. For instance, last night . . . I'm gonna pause a moment to see how long it will take for your mind to take the wrong direction . . . we sat in the student center for three hours talking about anything and everything, from our families to Stephen King to classes to the English translation of the Swahili at the beginning of 'Circle of Life.'
And that, just in and of itself, of speaking and having someone listen and not judge, is all I could ask for.
And, *ahem* Seventeen magazine said that boys who are good dancers are good kissers. And my boyfriend's a good dancer. So, even though I take most of what that magazine says with a grain of salt, I am quite intrigued by this trivia . . .
But this post is about my boyfriend, because I know he has found my LiveJournal now and I want to clear a few things up.
Oh, yeah, forgot to mention. I got a boyfriend within the first two months of college. Quite awesome, seeing as with the rest of life it took me 16 years to get a boyfriend, only to get dumped seven months later for no reason. THROUGH A FREAKING NOTE. There's a reason why he's saved as 'Asshole Ex--DON'T RESPOND' in my phone.
But I digress. I'm learning how to chase out my demons from my past relationship, because I've denied their existence for the past year and suddenly they feel the need to crop up again, right as I'm content with where I am. It's hard that's what she said because my mind makes comparisons, which aren't fair to me, to him, to anyone. I can only think about how love has hurt me instead of helped me and that slows my progress.
BUT I DIGRESS AGAIN. In looking back through my old posts, I came across this one from December of last year:
My ideal boyfriend in college will be a guy who:
Is tall and skinny
Has dark, wavy hair and brown eyes
Has emo glasses
Has frekkles. :)
Wears scarves and peacoats. Navy peacoats.
Wears turtlenecks.
Often puts his hands in his front pockets.
Kills at poetry slams.
Willingly poses shirtless for me to draw. (A girl can dream!)
Rubs his chin when he's thinking.
Wears black, beat-up Converses almost daily
Is rarely seen without iPod earbuds in his ears
Plays acoustic guitar
Has a gap between his front teeth
Leans in close when I talk to him
Takes me out on dates to coffee shops
. . . he is also:
Not a smoker, alcoholic, or druggie. Or Republican. If he turns out to be a smoker, then he will show his love for me by quitting. But it's better if he isn't a smoker in the first place.
The world's biggest geek. Talk to me like he is Yoda, he will. And we will have long, deep, meaningful conversations about how Gandalf survived the Balrog and about the theme of self-sacrifice in Harry Potter. Swoon, I will.
Not a fan of skinny jeans on men. 'Nuff said.
A close shaver. I hate beards. They feel weird. And speaking as a girl who once went out with a guy who only shaved once a week *the horrors!* I'm still at that stage in my life where I like clean-shaven guys.
A bit socially awkward. Over-confident guys are difficult to go out with. This runs in the same vein as being geeky. The only people my college boyfriend and I won't be awkward around are each other. Awww . . .
Is just a good guy all around. What else can I say?
Well. I'm just gonna say that I wrote this probably after finding out my ex was dating another girl IMMEDIATELY after breaking up with me, so my mindset was, "Well, she can have his buttface all to herself because I'm gonna find a great guy in college."
And I did. And looking back on this list, it's pretty funny how high my expectations were. Fortunately, my boyfriend makes most of these items, for he . . .
* Has dark eyes
* Is a poet
* Is a geek
* Is a musician (well, perhaps not acoustic guitar, but he's teaching himself how to play the piano. SWOON.)
* Wears sweaters (but not turtlenecks. WTF I found turtlenecks attractive?)
* Rubs his chin when he's thinking
* Is a bit socially awkward
* Is not a smoker
* Has glasses (but they broke)
* Is just a great guy all around
And he's better than this imaginary guy because, to be honest, this faux-guy seems like he'd be a little moody and no fun to be around. But my boyfriend is super-fun to be around. For instance, last night . . . I'm gonna pause a moment to see how long it will take for your mind to take the wrong direction . . . we sat in the student center for three hours talking about anything and everything, from our families to Stephen King to classes to the English translation of the Swahili at the beginning of 'Circle of Life.'
And that, just in and of itself, of speaking and having someone listen and not judge, is all I could ask for.
And, *ahem* Seventeen magazine said that boys who are good dancers are good kissers. And my boyfriend's a good dancer. So, even though I take most of what that magazine says with a grain of salt, I am quite intrigued by this trivia . . .