The favorite people in my life radiate joy and a lightness of spirit. I find myself smiling hours after spending time with them, and I hope that I have that effect on both those I love and those I know for brief moments.
I can’t think of a higher compliment than “you make me smile long after you’re gone.”
And I'm charming; really, I am.
You live in SF, and you are apprehensive about dating some guy in South Bay? Fear not! I am happy to come up to the city as often as possible, and I am very, very seriously considering moving up when my lease is up.
What could be more important?
Also, it makes me fun at parties (I think).
Also, making pancakes.
So, I suppose I don't look particularly athletic when you first meet me.
Which kind of sucks.
These are the artists on the Spotify playlist I've got playing right now:
Sleigh Bells, Arcade Fire, Queens of the Stone Age, The Black Keys, Arctic Monkeys, Cloud Nothings, TV on the Radio, Lykke Li, The Bravery and Bad Veins
So, I decided that I should read A Suitable Boy. I'm Indian and I've never read any Vikram Seth, and he's "important". Good lord this thing is huge. I literally cannot hold it over my face when I'm reading in bed without fear of breaking said face when I fall asleep. So, it went to the side, and then I started Midnight's Children, which (unlike A Suitable Boy) has a digital version, so there's no fear of breaking my face when I drop my tablet on it. But then I started reading Game of Thrones, because one cannot live solely on important literature. Um, I've put everything else aside, and have become completely obsessed. I read all the books in an absurdly short amount of time, and now I'm flipping back through them to see if I can pick up on any supporting evidence for my theories. Do you have theories about any of the large questions or about what's about to happen? (I worded this vaguely to avoid spoilers) We can discuss them until you cry.
The Godfather, The Usual Suspects, The Conversation, "Tinker, Taylor, Soldier, Spy", Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade
I'd like to take this moment to point out how insanely racist Temple of Doom was, and as a 7 year old Indian child living in Ohio when that came out, I'd like to say to Mr. Spielberg and Mr. Lucas, I hate you.
That being said, I have excellent taste. Clearly.
Kindness. It's incredibly easy to be kind, it makes a difference in your well being as well as those you encounter, so just be that way.
Humor. Make me laugh, make me smile, and I'm yours.
Soccer - I love this game.
Good stories. It doesn't matter who has the most interesting things happen, what matters is who can tell the most interesting stories about the most interesting things.
Adventure. I enjoy wandering about. I accept that not all excursions are going to be life-changing, but a few of them will certainly be.
In all honesty, my typical Friday night involves good friends, amazing food and wine. We're often chatting around a grill or a table or a fire-pit. Those are the best Friday nights.
I have not been to Machu Picchu, which, judging from the photos here, puts me in the minority. So, we probably won't be able to exchange notes from when you went to Machu Picchu. I have nothing against Machu Picchu, and I would love to visit there someday. I just hope you're okay with going back one more time (with me).
You're kind to absolutely everyone.
You love easily and you hate rarely.
The word hate rankles you.
You're the first one amongst your friends to reply "I'm in."
You tell really good stories.
You make me smile long after you're gone. (not dead gone, and not gone forever gone, like you've left for the evening, gone)
Every time you hear someone quote Marilyn Monroe ("If you can't handle me at my worst...") your eyes roll so hard it hurts a little.