Guys That Get Nervous

I suppose it will sound conceited of me to say that I've upheld a reputation of "playing hard to get" in the town I resided in before the current. I plead guilty. And it's been said that I give off a sort of intimidating aura.

I love this.

But what I love more is a guy who will brave my front with subtle signs of nervousness. (Without the nervousness, the guy just comes off cocky and when one plays like he's the shit, I only want to play to conquer him.) It's like giving me a compliment without having to say anything, and you know what they say, actions speak louder than words.

Guys That Willingly Clean

I suppose I'll let you in on a secret: once upon a time, I blew up my dorm's kitchen. Okay, that's a stretch. I only added water to hot oil. As if there wasn't enough frying oil all over the walls, counters, and floors, after the incident, the edible objects being fried were beignets so there was flour and confectioner's sugar all over the walls, counters, and floors also.

A little more for the background story: I'm from the New Orleans area and when I went to visit the homeland over my Fall Break, I brought back authentic Cafe Du Monde beignet mix to introduce my friends to the "French doughnut"...and my memorable cooking talents.

Guys That Are Architect Majors

I suppose I should tell you a little bit more about myself. I'm taking a course on the History of World Architecture for a Humanities requirement and I was spending my first Saturday night of the new semester reading about architecture. Now, you may think that reading for any course is torturous but I enjoy this subject matter, I always have.

My greatest wish in a marriage is being able to completely appreciate my husband's work because I would want him to appreciate my work. If there was one thing I could ask for in a husband, it's that he pursues a career in architecture. Because my father is an architect, I grew up around it for all of my life. I never wanted this to change but I saw myself going down a different career path.

I'm in college (if you haven't figured it out) and I have to admit, the main reason why I chose to attend [a specific institution] is because it offers a degree in [a specific major] in addition to having one of the most recognized architectural programs in the world. In conclusion, I'm surrounded by great modern architecture every day (for the next four years). Another perk is also being surrounded by many prospective architects. This in turn should help me stay surrounded by architecture beyond college. And thus, through this strategic plan, architecture shall never slip from my grasp! Ahem. So...

Guys That Write

I suppose I should begin with the reason for me having started this blog in the first place. On a flight to [undisclosed location], I spent a considerable amount of time staring at the passenger sitting directly in front of me. Now, however creepy that may sound, I should clarify that I never seen the face of this mysterious character.

When I'm not getting shut eye aboard a commercial plane, I stare out at the windows that separate me and the wing. (Yes, I always choose the seat beside a window in the middle of the cabin for this reason.) Oh, the view is always pleasant as well. If you're lucky enough to have options for departures, I recommend choosing a time between four o'clock and five o'clock (assuming you're traveling north for about two hours.) You get to depart with the sun still out, catch a sunset mid-flight, and soar above a grid of lights just before landing.