I'm not finding fault with anyone.
WANTED:
A fun-loving friend who is willing to try new (and old) things.
SPECIFICATIONS (things I've learned from previous relationships.):
- Must not want to date me. It's fine if I'm attractive, but no more.
- Must be willing to go to Cambridge often to eat Asian food and buy records and/or used books and/or used clothing.
- Must be perfectly okay with the fact that sometimes I get extraordinarily excited about things that don't warrant such excitement.
- Must be able to listen to music with lyrics ranging from "Later at lunch with the taco lettuce crunch crunch" to "She shone up bright like a knife / Wearing tennis shorts made of stripes" to "To cut and paint my sins / A shade of purest white, I paint my sins in white" and different styles, respectively.
- Must take me less seriously than I take myself.
- Must understand that some things are really and truly beautiful, and how to handle and treat those things.
- Must be okay with romanticising certain parts of life, even if romanticism isn't something they agree with.
- Must be in relatively good health. Enough to leave the house every once in awhile.
- Must not be afraid to speak their feelings. If they want me to come over, they'll tell me. If I'm driving them crazy, they'll tell me. Tactfully. Truthfully.
- Must be willing to act like a five-year-old (this includes poking small bugs and other invertebrates with sticks, climbing trees, watching sticks float down rivers, and pretending things are not as they are... on purpose.)
- Must not mind my constant blathering about that tree that looks nice/those striped socks that i haven't seen since last winter/that one time in sixth grade/that boy that i know.
- Must be able to accept the fact that I make absolutely no sense, even to myself.
If you or someone you know could help me out here, please let me know.
A fun-loving friend who is willing to try new (and old) things.
SPECIFICATIONS (things I've learned from previous relationships.):
- Must not want to date me. It's fine if I'm attractive, but no more.
- Must be willing to go to Cambridge often to eat Asian food and buy records and/or used books and/or used clothing.
- Must be perfectly okay with the fact that sometimes I get extraordinarily excited about things that don't warrant such excitement.
- Must be able to listen to music with lyrics ranging from "Later at lunch with the taco lettuce crunch crunch" to "She shone up bright like a knife / Wearing tennis shorts made of stripes" to "To cut and paint my sins / A shade of purest white, I paint my sins in white" and different styles, respectively.
- Must take me less seriously than I take myself.
- Must understand that some things are really and truly beautiful, and how to handle and treat those things.
- Must be okay with romanticising certain parts of life, even if romanticism isn't something they agree with.
- Must be in relatively good health. Enough to leave the house every once in awhile.
- Must not be afraid to speak their feelings. If they want me to come over, they'll tell me. If I'm driving them crazy, they'll tell me. Tactfully. Truthfully.
- Must be willing to act like a five-year-old (this includes poking small bugs and other invertebrates with sticks, climbing trees, watching sticks float down rivers, and pretending things are not as they are... on purpose.)
- Must not mind my constant blathering about that tree that looks nice/those striped socks that i haven't seen since last winter/that one time in sixth grade/that boy that i know.
- Must be able to accept the fact that I make absolutely no sense, even to myself.
If you or someone you know could help me out here, please let me know.