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Just one thing? Wow...okay. I guess it would be the perpetuity of the activity and options. Some place is always open. Some rare occurrence is always taking place. There's nothing happening somewhere else that isn't matched or beaten by something here. There is always something to find, and there is always some place you could be. This is something I have yet to really tap into, but I'm learning about places and finding my niches.
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When I get an offer. I still have not had an internship, and if every ad professional I have ever asked is correct, I need one, because no one wants to give intern-level training to someone above the intern level. So I am saving every penny, applying to every agency, and contacting every contact. I plan to be able to intern for free if I must. Hopefully it doesn't come to that, but that's the point I'm at right now. I really want to work in advertising, and I really want to be in New York. I'll do what it takes.
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Last year, which was when you sent this, I guess by default my favorite day would have to be graduation, or rather, the day I found out my GPA was sufficient to graduate. That was literally the only good thing that happened in 2010.
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The extended family is coming to stay for a few days. My brother's birthday, Christmas Eve, Christmas, and my birthday all happen right in a row. Food, presents, yuletide by the fireside, etc.
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All three. I prefer the extra support.
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Probably something elaborate and movie-quality that no one would recognize. I considered being Link this year, but I also don't have any major Halloween plans. Maybe next year.
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Depends on the face. Some girls need it, some girls don't. Too much is always bad.
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It is in fact a possessive adjective. Very good call. To be fair, I researched it before I smarted off at dear Lindsay, because I wasn't entirely sure which part of speech the word "your" was. I found that either is acceptable and reasoned that calling "your" a pronoun required less risk than calling it an adjective. I assumed I would get ten little schmucks replying, "The word 'your' is a pronoun!" had I called it an adjective.
...I'm also well aware that quotes don't actually go around words when you refer to them as words (e.g., "the word 'your'"), that I often end sentences with prepositions, that an ellipsis is only used properly when omitting words from something being quoted, and that I may have once again used e.g. where I should have used i.e., just in case you were going there next. -
When I'm really bored, I try not to confuse verbs with possesive pronouns. OH!!
Jay kay. I've been throwing the frisbee lately when I can find someone to do it with me and who will tolerate my suckiness. I watch TV. I cook. I started reading a certain popular series of books. I play video games, go for a run, snuggle with my cat, go shopping without buying anything. And so on. You'll be starting school soon, right? You'll probably be equally bored but not have time to worry about it. -
So, let’s see, it’s taken me a good several months to answer this. Whoever asked it has probably given up and will never check back to see this. This is a tricky question for a lot reasons. I always say I know what I want, but that I can’t articulate it in full, on demand. When I try, people tell me... I’m looking for something that doesn’t exist. Or they cheer me on because, presumably, it’s inspiring that I keep looking for something so rare (which is really the same thing). I’d like to remind you before we get started that you asked for a description of my ideal girl. This thing is a mile long, and I’m sure I’m forgetting plenty.
People also tell me I should learn to give bullcrap answers when I don’t feel like answering truthfully, and I agree. I’ll start doing that…tomorrow.
I'll just start with what we all want to know. Frankly, I’m almost afraid to say this because I’ll lose friends over it. I’m dangerously close to being a superficial jerk when it comes to this. But, I’m sorry, I must find her attractive. Genuinely attractive. Not serviceably attractive. Not, “She’s not the prettiest girl ever but she’s not hideous so okay.” Wrong. I want to be enthralled by how pretty I think she is. I want to have to believe on faith that there are prettier girls out there. This is a real thing; I know because there are girls out there who enthrall me. Not always the prettiest girls in reality but definitely the prettiest to me. They don’t come along every day but there are enough of them that I firmly believe it’s not a phenomenon found only in chick flicks. I’m not the best looking male on the planet, so I plan to date up. You know, just in case you thought I'd lost touch. I don’t expect perfection (though technically you asked me to describe it), I just expect to be enticed by her, which is not mutually exclusive (see the end of this rant). I’m usually told that I like girls who need to eat a cheeseburger and look like they are 12. That’s not entirely inaccurate. I like thin girls. Sue me.
With that out of the way, I want someone who has tangible substance. I don’t want a blank canvas to decorate with aspects of my own life. I want someone who does things and knows about things I don’t. Teach me to scuba dive, teach me to fence, teach me to appraise antiques, I don’t care, just be involved in something that is something, and let me get to know you through it. I want her to be equally interested in the areas of my life that she knows nothing about, and yet, I want just a few things that are solely mine. She can leave me to my video games or my archery or whatever it is as long as she doesn't try to take it away out of a failure to see any value in it herself.
I'm so tired of girls who are picky eaters. I'm a garbage disposal, I know, but come on. Eat your damn vegetables. ...I will tolerate someone who prefers steak well done.
I want someone who has ambitions for life. She has to want to better herself and move up in the world, whatever that may mean for her. It doesn’t have to be money and career-related. I just want someone who knows how to look at life and plan to turn it into more than what it is for her and for those she loves.
Her sense of humor...ideally, it would be like mine. I mean, if I found a girl who had no more than four limbs and the same sense of humor as me, I'd propose right there. But that I feel almost certain does not exist, so here's the real deal. She doesn't have to be funny, but she has to get 75% of what I say. If she's not funny, she can't be dominating about it. Like, she can't oppress my sense of humor just because she doesn't share it. At minimum, she must understand most of how I joke; I can't stress that enough, people. I don't claim to be funny, I just claim to be abstract, and that's not for mass consumption.
I don’t drink heavily, not to the point of getting drunk even. It would be nice if she was the same, but at minimum, no alcoholics. Non-smokers are always a plus. Oh, but she has to be okay with me having a cigar once in a long while. She can too if she would like.
If she lives in or wants to move to New York City for a period of five to ten years, that would be pretty amazing as well.
I used to say I wanted someone who wanted kids, because I wanted kids. I don’t not want kids. I just don’t want them in the next five or so years, and I reserve the right to increase that number, or to decide I never want them…assuming they aren’t born yet. Haha, that would be horrible. Anyways, she should somehow fit with this jumbled mess of indecisiveness on the issue of children, however that may work.
I must have someone who shares my basic religious beliefs. This is harder than you would imagine. I find it equally hard to find someone who is as religiously conservative as I am as I do to find someone who is as liberal as I am. In short, I am a Christian. She should be too. I don’t always uphold my beliefs, but I still try in earnest to do so. I’m not interested in judging, but I do want to feel confident that she and I are striving for the same things spiritually.
She must understand my passion and respect it. To a certain degree, she should also share it. I can’t be in a relationship where I’m seen as overly dramatic toward the things I care about. This is true for several reasons: I, like I touched on earlier about her, have ambitions and I aim to achieve them. Someone who doesn’t actively understand what it means to have passion will be annoyed by someone who has it. This is especially pertinent when you consider that she will be annoyed by me being passionate about our relationship. It happens. Trust me. I know what you're thinking. Nothing creepy, just passionate. Relationships are important to me. If the levels of importance are not the same on both sides, bad things happen. Which leads to the next point:
As if this wasn’t all demanding enough, I would need all of this to be tempered with good judgment. Consider what I said about having ambitions and wanting to move up in life. I just laid that out as a requirement, and yet I realize that it can’t be allowed to run wild. Her ambitions can’t get in the way of what she claims to love. This is true as it pertains to kids and family and the like—that’s just assumed—but it’s also true for me. I will go to my wit’s end to help her accomplish her dreams, but at some point, it can become too much. I can’t be ignored forever, and I can’t be made to feel, much less outright proven to, that I take a place in her life below her career, her side of the family, her whatever. Is that so horrible? Shouldn’t two people who are in love and want to stay together ultimately place each other at the top of their priority list, even if they sometimes, even often, put other things first in practice? It's all fine, all the stress and things that get in the way is fine, everything's fine, as long as you come back to me before I drown. All I’m really saying is that I expect to know through her actions that she loves me and that loving me means she would do whatever it takes to stay with me. That’s certainly what I would give her.
But back to the important things. I have an eclectic taste in beauty, it seems. For all the sorority girls I gawk at, the most powerful attractions I’ve felt are the uncommon ones. I like the unexpectedly attractive. I also like the inexplicably attractive. Nothing weird; no fetishes here. Just girls with a gorgeous face that you aren’t used to seeing on every girl you pass. I think this is about as good as this explanation is going to get. Sorry.
But the next time you think I’m a superficial jerk who could find physical fault in every supermodel on the planet, consider this: I’ve spent the better part of this year fighting feelings for someone who I never originally found attractive until I found out more about her—her interests, her style, presumably how her mind works. And isn’t that pretty much the opposite of how I usually get labeled?
So if you like catering to my every whim, and you think getting involved with a sociopath sounds interesting, then dating me is the job for you. DFWP/EOE -
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No, I'm at the one up by Santa Fe on 39th Ave. It was the only one hiring.
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Deader than your dead tooth. Actually, I follow a couple people who regularly get questions, and I've had a slow but steady amount. I think you just suck.
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Do you mean "corporal" as in "adj 1. of the human body; bodily; physical: corporal suffering." or as in "corporal punishment"? Either way, I support it. Orange is subject to a mandatory session about monthly.
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Florida to New York City for Dashboard Confessional. I don't recommend it and I'm not entirely proud of it despite it going off without a hitch.
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Yearner. Occasionally the Freefaller.
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Chris Kasper’s Bio
Once I saw a blimp.
