Yesterday I mentioned that I strive to surround myself with people who are not only what I am but what I aspire to be. I’m a single girl and I have a few “necessities” when it comes to the men I date (and maybe the one I marry should that day happen). Like every girl, the number one trait on my list is a sense of humor. Girls love to laugh huh? He also needs to be motivated and loving. But the trait I’ve realized while talking to a friend (Muffy) is that he has to be smarter than me.
Not as smart as me. Smarter than me. Oh what a boring life, to be the smartest person in the room (or relationship). I want a boy who values my favorite books and authors list. I want a boy who can explain Clausewitz, moles, and be my own personal tour guide around the world. I want someone who stimulates not only my body but my mind.
Let me tell you about Muffy and her boy. They have competitions to see who can complete more of the Sunday New York Times crossword puzzle. *sigh* She’s been known to cheat google and still lose. I mean, not even close. She described him as being something along the lines of “stupid smart”. Awww.
I’ve been known to be completely enthralled by men speaking about anything under the sun with smarts, confidence and insight. (Note to feminists: Its not that I’m not impressed by intelligent women; I’m just not trying to date you.) Let’s be clear; I don’t sit around rereading that college copy of Crime and Punishment but I like to use my brain here and there. And if a guy doesn’t, then we’re going to run out of things to talk about pretty quick. I’ll become bored and its countdown to breakup time.
I want someone who will push me and motivate me. I want a stupid smart boy!
