This boy, who I am never going to meet or even reply to, but who I think deserves a nickname, so I’d like to call him The Super Supportive Dreamer, apparently put me in his ‘Favourites” list (something that still utterly baffles me), and I have no idea why.
To say that we’re different would be a complete and utter understatement. As you can probably tell from both this blog and HopelessInHeels, touchy-feely isn’t really my thing, so could you imagine the disastrous effects of me dating someone with a profile like this:
“Hi! I’m just a cheeky, warm and affectionate guy who likes the idea of building something magical out of nothing. I belive in true romance, laughing together like children and just feeling as though anything’s possible. Being a bit of a dreamer myself, I always try to support and encourage other people’s dreams too. I must admit, I don’t climb mountains every weekend or lead an action hero lifestyle, but I do have a happy, healthy life filled with its own fun little adventrures – it would be wonderful to share it with someone special. You should know at this point that I really love baking in my free time (yes that’s right it’s not a typo…croissants, triple chocolate fudge cakes, meringues, macaroons, buttercream frosting).”
I would willingly put money on him crying within the first five minutes of us meeting. Plus, he would expect me to share kitchen ownership with him by the looks of it.
Absolutely not – I would (almost) be more tempted by this guy:
“I have a massively pretentious double-barrelled surname, work in the City and drive aggressively on the road to assert my alpha male status. I also have a tattoo to retain some edginess, despite being a dangerously square corporate lawyer.”
Hmm, on second thoughts…maybe not!
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