Rugged and refined.
Obsessing over this entire look.
What are qualities you find attractive in the opposite sex? Your blog is rad, by the way.
An eye for the arts. Fluent in the written word. Handy with a hammer and nails (for building me bookshelves). Fiercely creative. Coffee drinker. Joke teller. Lets me help in the kitchen. Good listener. Luring in a suit. Inspiring.
The right man will love all the things about you that the wrong man was intimidated by.
I’ve always favored brunettes in both men and women, but Robert Redford circa 1970 has always proved this not to be true. And this month, his perfected formula for personal style is featured on the Ralph Lauren Black Diamond Holiday 2012 look book.
Newest infatuation: hand tattoos.
So just kiss me and let my hair messy itself in your fingers. Let me steady myself in the arms of a man who won’t ask me to be what he needs, but lets me exist as I am.
J. Crew, Chicago style.
Take me there.
Rarely do I buy greeting cards—ever. Occasionally on a birthday, mostly because I feel like the gift is incomplete without an envelope peaking from the top of the bag.
I remember watching the above scene for the first time and thinking, “Yes! That’s it.”
The last boyfriend always got me cards. I never thought much of them, to be honest. They lacked depth, much like the man that picked them out. To me, it was like saying, “I got you this card because I couldn’t find the right words on my own. Maybe I could have, if I really tried. But I’m kind of lazy, so here’s what someone else wrote.”
Gentlemen, don’t get me wrong. A sweet card is nice once in a blue moon. If it comes between getting her a card, and getting her nothing—get her the card! Because we all know it’s the thought that counts.
But if you really want to impress her, leave a handwritten note filled with your own words of admiration. Be romantic, be funny, be charming—just be something. Don’t take the easy way out. Don’t use someone else’s words. Because that’s just boring.
A woman has got to love a bad man once or twice in her life to be thankful for a good one.
Marjorie Kinnan Rawlings
“If you find a girl who reads, keep her close. You deserve a girl who can give you the most colorful life imaginable. If you can only give her monotony, and stale hours and half-baked proposals, then you’re better off alone. If you want the world and the worlds beyond it, date a girl who reads.”
your dad reads your blog to and I love you more than any other ( MAN ) !!!!! Ha love dad
As always, thank you for taking the time to pop in and see what’s been on my mind.
But never fret. You will always be the numero uno man in my life. I hope the man I marry (God-willing) will possess the love and support you’ve shown to me over the past 21 years.
You’re the best, Daddy-o.
P.S. Daddy, it’s too not to. (I know how much you love it when I correct you) I think this article sums the rule up best.
Your eldest and most favorite daughter majoring in Journalism, with pet peeves dealing with grammar that everyone hates to be pointed out.
From Katharine Hepburn’s 1981 interview with Barbara Walters:
Hepburn: “I have not lived as a woman. I have lived as a man…I’ve just done what I damn well wanted to and I made enough money to support myself. And I ain’t afraid of being alone.”
Walters: “Is that why also you wear pants?”
Hepburn: “No, I just wore pants because they’re comfortable.”
Walters: “Do you ever wear a skirt, by the way?”
Hepburn: “I have one.”
Walters: “You have one.”
Hepburn: “I’ll wear it to your funeral.”
Talk about one hell of a woman.
The definition of a silver fox.
"I bought a piano once because I had the dream of playing ‘As Time Goes By’ while some girl was leaning on it drinking a martini. Great Image. But none of it worked out. I can’t even play chopsticks, but I’ve got a nice piano at my house.”
In the fall, checking a woman out tends to make me think, “Wow. I’d like to be in a long term relationship with that girl.”
The shift is gradual (much like the change in seasons). It begins in mid September “Wow, I’d like to have sex with her indoors in an actual bed.”, takes root in early October “Wow, I’d really like to…brush her hair…or something…” and peaks about the same time as the fall foliage “Wow, I’d really like to…host a dinner party with her.”
I’ve asked around and I’m not the only guy who feels this way. So, if this autumnal desire for companionship is in fact a widespread phenomenon, what could possibly account for it?
Maybe it’s because women’s personalities (i.e. what we fall in love with) are more clearly on display at a glance in the autumn. It’s almost impossible for a woman to truly express herself through fashion without layering. It could be that the skillful coordination of scarves, earrings, sweaters, necklaces, jackets, leggings, boots, skirts, bracelets, legwarmers, and tights say more about how a woman thinks than cut offs and a tank top. Not that there’s anything wrong with cut offs and a tank top (smack me if you ever hear me say otherwise), but in that brief window when she’s walking down into the subway and I’m coming up? Her glasses, tweed knee-length coat, long skirt and hair in a messy bun communicate to me that she’s probably thoughtful, quirky, organized (but not obsessive), and a tough nut to crack who’s worth the effort. And she might want to roast some root vegetables and watch Harold and Maude with me.
Or maybe it’s just because autumn is the most romantic time of year. It’s the season in which bright, blazing leaves show us that there is beauty in frailty. It seems more apparent in the fall than in the “invincible” summer, that each of us is here only for a short time and the best way to celebrate, and to understand our fleeting, gorgeous existence is to intertwine it with someone else’s.