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Date a girl who may never wear completely
clean clothes, because of coffee stains and ink spills. She’ll have many
problems with her closet space, and her laptop is never boring because there
are so many words, so many worlds that she’s cluttered amidst the space. Tabs
open filled with obscure and popular music. Interesting factoids about
Catherine the Great, and the immortality of jellyfish. Laugh it off when she
tells you that she forgot to clean her room, that her clothes are lost among
the binders so it’ll take her longer to get ready, that her shoes hidden under
the mountain of broken Bic pens and the refurbished laptop that
she’s saved for ever since she was twelve.
Kiss her under the lamppost, when it’s
raining. Tell her your definition of love.
Find a girl who writes. You’ll know that she
has a sense of humor, a sense of empathy and kindness, and that she will dream
up worlds, universes for you. She’s the one with the faintest of shadows
underneath her eyelids, the one who smells of coffee and Coca-cola and jasmine
green tea. You see that girl hunched over a notebook. That’s the writer. With
her fingers occasionally smudged with charcoal, with ink that will travel
onto your hands when you interlock your fingers with her’s. She will never
stop, churning out adventures, of traitors and heroes. Darkness and light. Fear
and love. That’s the writer. She can never resist filling a blank page with
words, whatever the color of the page is.
She’s the girl reading while waiting for her
coffee and tea. She’s the quiet girl with her music turned up loud (or
impossibly quiet), separating the two of you by an ocean of crescendos and
decrescendos as she’s thinking of the perfect words. If you take a peek at her
cup, the tea or coffee’s already cold. She’s already forgotten it.
Use a pick-up line with her if she doesn’t
look to busy.
If she raises her head, offer to buy her
another cup of coffee. Or of tea. She’ll repay you with stories. If she closes
her laptop, give her your critique of Tolstoy, and your best theories of
Hannibal and the Crossing. Tell her your characters, your dreams, and ask if
she gotten through her first novel.
It is hard to date a girl who writes. But be
patient with her. Give her books for her birthday, pretty notebooks for
Christmas and for anniversaries, moleskins and bookmarks and many, many books.
Give her the gift of words, for writers are talkative people, and they are
verbose in their thanks. Let her know that you’re behind her every step of the
way, for the lines between fiction and reality are fluid.
She’ll give you a chance.
Don’t lie to her. She’ll understand the
syntax behind your words. She’ll be disappointed by your lies, but a girl who
writes will understand. She’ll understand that sometimes even the greatest
heroes fail, and that happy endings take time, both in fiction and reality.
She’s realistic. A girl who writes isn’t impatient; she will understand your
flaws. She will cherish them, because a girl who writes will understand plot.
She’ll understand that endings happen for better or for worst.
A girl who writes will not expect perfection
from you. Her narratives are rich, her characters are multifaceted because of
interesting flaws. She’ll understand that a good book does not have perfect
characters; villains and tragic flaws are the salt of books. She’ll understand
trouble, because it spices up her story. No author wants an invincible hero; the
girl who writes will understand that you are only human.
Be her compatriot, be her darling, her love,
her dream, her world.
If you find a girl who writes, keep her
close. If you find her at two AM, typing furiously, the neon gaze of the light
illuminating her furrowed forehead, place a blanket gently on her so that she
does not catch a chill. Make her a pot of tea, and sit with her. You may lose
her to her world for a few moments, but she will come back to you, brimming
with treasure. You will believe in her every single time, the two of you
illuminated only by the computer screen, but invincible in the darkness.
She is your Shahrazad. When you are afraid of
the dark, she will guide you, her words turning into lanterns, turning into
lights and stars and candles that will guide you through your darkest times.
She’ll be the one to save you.
She’ll whisk you away on a hot air balloon,
and you will be smitten with her. She’s mischievous, frisky, yet she’s quiet
and when she has to kill off a lovely character, when she cries, hold her and
tell her that it will be alright.
You will propose to her. Maybe on a boat in
the ocean, maybe in a little cottage in the Appalachian Mountains. Maybe in New
York City. Maybe Chicago. Baltimore. Maybe outside her publisher’s office.
Because she’s radiant, wherever she goes. Maybe even outside of a cinema where
the two of you kiss in the rain. She’ll say that it is overused and clichéd,
but the glint in her eyes will tell you that she appreciates it all the same.
You will smile hard as she talks a mile a
second, and your heart will skip a beat when she holds your hand and she will
write stories of your lives together. She’ll hold you close and whisper secrets
into your ears. She’s lovely, remember that. She’s self made and she’s brilliant.
Her names for the children might be terrible, but you’ll be okay with
that. A girl who writes will tell your children fantastical stories.
Because that is the best part about a girl
who writes. She has imagination and she has courage, and it will be enough.
She’ll save you in the oceans of her dreams, and she’ll be your catharsis and
your 11:11. She’ll be your firebird and she’ll be your knight, and she’ll
become your world, in the curve of her smile, in the hazel of her eye the
half-dimple on her face, the words that are pouring out of her, a torrent, a
wave, a crescendo - so many sensations that you will be left
breathless by a girl who writes.
Maybe she’s not the best at grammar, but that
is okay.
Date a girl who writes because you deserve
it. She’s witty, she’s empathetic, enigmatic at times and she’s lovely. She’s
got the most colorful life. She may be living in NYC or she may be living in a
small cottage. Date a girl who writes because a girl who writes reads.
A girl who writes will understand reality.
She’ll be infuriating at times, and maybe sometimes you will hate her.
Sometimes she will hate you too. But a girl who writes understands human
nature, and she will understand that you are weak. She will not leave on the
Midnight Train the first moment that things go sour. She will understand
that real life isn’t like a story, because while she works in stories, she
lives in reality.
Date a girl who writes.
Because there is nothing better
then a girl who writes.
Again, this is really beautiful. There are several versions of 'Date a girl who writes', but here is my favorite! I can't seem to find the author of it. Please do tell if somebody reading knows!
