Girl. via On the outside looking in.
Ok. So who’s the girl, I hear you ask. Well, I can’t tell you that. I shouldn’t tell you all that much, actually, just in case. I know the internet’s a big place, but I should really keep specifics out of this.
So what’s so special about her?
She’s astoundingly intelligent. She’s more intelligent than I, which is the most crazy turn on I could possibly have imagined.
She’s independent. There’s no feeling that she’s waiting to fall into Mr. Right’s arms directly before rushing off to the chapel to get married, thereafter producing or rearing children. I’m so far from being an emotional crutch with her that to go out with her is a compliment.
She’s older than me. While not a requirement in itself, with age comes...