Saturday, 1 October 2011
01:29:01 AM (GMT)
See, Everyone is always saying things like, "Oh, he's not my type."
"I think she's your type." blah blah, blah blah.
But I never really had a type. I mean, my only real criteria was, semi-good looking
at least, must be older and taller than me, must have a sense of humor.
But today, I was sitting in the library, confused, with writer's block, and an
overdue short story.
Somehow, he ended up helping me. ALOT. Like, he was a really big help.
He's basically the reason I even started it, not to mention finished it. at 3:50 he
had to leave for a bit to go rap about chemistry, because his chemistry teacher
thought he had done so well, she wanted all her classes to see it.
But he came back and helped me more.
And he was so NICE. and HELPFUL. and he kept telling me not to doubt myself when I
would scratch things out on my paper, and telling me if an idea sucked or not when I
It was time to leave when he stood up and I saw his shirt. It said something about
jimi hendrix on it, and when I asked about it, he said, "Yeah, it says The jimi
"Isn't that in seattle?" I asked. "How did you know that?" He asked me. "Because I've
been there. It was awesome."
This led to a very interesting conversation about music and all the bands that jimi
hendrix had been in and alot of other geeky things, and then it hit me. He was my
type. I'm not saying that I like him now, but I realized that he's the type of person
that I get along with/like best.
I HAVE A TYPE OH MY GOD.
Finally. Maybe this will prevent me from making so many mistakes by dating the wrong