“I would like to say to the person who gave me their putrid bacteria, their virus - I hope that you have really bad, perverted spam on your computer for the rest of your life, I hope you have really shitty cell-phone service, and I hope you go bald only on one eyebrow - cause’ that’s nearly impossible to fix.”—Jared Leto (via jaredletofans)
So today at school, some classmates and I were talking
and suddenly, one of them asked the rest of us to describe our ‘type of man’ -yes, I am going to write about him again-
Everyone started saying the things they would like and such, and then it was my turn, and my list goes a little like this:
He has to be funny, he has to make me laugh a lot
He must like books and reading
And the same kind of movies I do
Good taste -in my pov- in music
Smart and intelligent
And the list goes on and on.
So, that would be my ‘type’ but then I realised that the guy I am hopelessly in love with, has maybe one or two things of my list. He is everything I said I’d never go out with. But, it’s like I read or heard somewhere, us women fell in love with a list of qualities, and we can stick to that list so hard, and nothing can make us change our mind and if he doesn’t have those requirements, we inmediately throw him off. And that is so wrong in so many ways.
And that’s what he made me realize, we are so completely different in sooooo many ways, but if someone asked me to describe the ‘perfect guy’ he’d be the one I’d describe.
You have dimples, and they look awfully cute on you. And I guess now I know why I love dimples so much; your smile has dimples, I love you your smile = I love dimples. This is just a theory, but I believe that I subconsciously noticed it and therefore, I have a thing with dimples.