Being the nerdy, teenage, boyfriend-less little girl that I was, I (naturally) had huge hopes for the boy that I would eventually call my boyfriend. I guess that growing up with my nose stuck in books forced me to have high expectations for men, because the only examples of boyfriends I had were from the novels that I read on a daily basis.
I'm bringing this up because I was just going throw a couple of the "memory boxes" I have under my bed. They're actually just shoeboxes full of plane tickets, letters from Linda, letters from boys, and old journals.
Within the pages of the journal that I bought in New York City, I found a list that I had written a few years ago... titled... "My Perfect Guy <3".
The list has so many givens like "cute", "funny", "tall", "artistic", "loves music", "intellectual" and "smart". I realize that "intellectual" and "smart" are pretty much the same thing, but whatever. I was like, fourteen, okay? Anyway, other things I included on the list were "singer", "goes to my school, preferably", "is a drummer", "has good hair", "smells good", "has skater hair" and "good-hearted skater boy". Please, tell me that you just LOL-ed at the last two because I did when I read that. I was going through a very lame phase. God, I'm such a loser.
Some things stay the same though.
"Doesn't smoke or do drugs" and "isn't a huge flirt, but is, at the same time, charming" are things that are still extremely important to me. I'm strictly monogamous and I would expect the same from my boyfriend, and my aunt died of lung cancer, so, I definitely don't want any of that shit around.
I remember making this list and putting it under my pillow that night, hahahhaha. I hoped that it would somehow come true. It didn't, but I'm glad that I found this reminder of my old self. I really needed it.
