date a girl who writes

This is not an original post, it is a composite of various posts I found on the internet, titled ‘Date a Girl Who Writes’.

Date a girl who writes. She’ll grab her pen from time to time and write about her man. She’ll work on prose and poetry that will and won’t rhyme. She’ll feed you similes for breakfast and perhaps, metaphors for lunch. Your meals shall be filled with figures of speech-others will not care about.

She’s the one with a journal in her hand, a notebook in her purse, scrap paper in her car, and pencils in her back pocket. She’s always scribbling something, praying it won’t evaporate before she gets it down onto paper. Because she’s always scribbling, she’s always looking down, and that’s why you never noticed her before.

The girl who writes will speak to you and make fuss about details- even the minute ones, the slightest, the tiniest blink of your eye. She’ll make vivid descriptions about many things and you’ll wince at.

Date a girl who writes. She will turn you into an anthology. You’ll open her notebook and there will be anatomy, physiology -every bit, every fiber, every word dedicated to you or everybody.

Date a girl who writes, for she will not only be your external hard drive, she will be the memory holder of the things you will lose and love. She will be a reminder of the times – the moments you will unconsciously leave behind.

Talk to her like any normal person would do. Ask her about her interests. See if she’s interested to respond to whatever comes out of your mouth. She’d be busy thinking at times though, about her next story, a topic, a blog post. A lot of things just pop out inside her mind like popcorn, but just go talk to her. Sooner or later, she’d realized that somebody is willing to listen to her chatter.

Ask her out on a date, because she knows what it means to fall in love, take risks, and get hurt. She knows how it feels, or at least how to fake it. She had been used to twists and turns –they’re already part and parcel of her system. The girl who writes has already been tested by time for she’d been slaying dragons and fighting in wars in her stories, together with the main character and everyone of the cast in the story. Date her for she had been the captain of a ship, the queen of her own castle, the pianist of her own concerto. She knows for it is through writing that she could express what she truly feels. She knows, because it is through writing that she breathes and lives. Just take her anywhere. She’d see the good and bad side of things; she’s already used to them.

Try to understand her actions a few months later. She’s only concerned with how to change the story’s flow, how to surprise you as the story goes, and how to make magic out of mere words. The pen is her wand; it is through which that she gains access through her mind’s eye. Emotions are her vocabulary. Words, sentences, and paragraphs are her helpers. The girl who writes knows how to command them to do things, the way a hunter catches his prey. Stories and essays are her spells. She is literature’s fairy godmother. You, the man who reads, are her secret prince. Try to understand her as she lives on her ordinary life. Try to fathom all her words because she means it, but never get tired of reading her mind. Appreciate her passion. She knows how to please you through her words.

Give her time to pause, for she knows it’s the best for the both of you. The girl who writes knows where to insert the climax and where to put transitions. She knows how to iron things out. She knows when it doesn’t sound right, or if it would, how to make it better. Her sentences might “run on and on”, but never get tired of chasing her. She loves it when you brood over what she has written. She might not be an expert when it comes to syntax, but she knows how she’d deal her thoughts. Let her write, let her move.

She’s just the girl who reads and the girl who doesn’t rolled into one person, and that somebody in between. She’s just a girl.

Date a girl who writes for she knows how to begin and end your love story. She had it all outlined in one of her sacred notepads, tucked within the deepest recesses of her bag each day. She still doesn’t know what the ending would be, however, for like a pen she’s just an instrument, guided by the power of a story left untold. It’s up to you both on how the story would go: you, the man who reads and her, the girl who writes. But most certainly, it would be another happily-ever-after.

You’ll be annoyed at her musings and get fed up of her rants. She’ll speak of other writers – the language of Shakespeare, the imagination of Tolkien and how she wishes to rewrite Nabokov. You’ll meet Huxley, Tennyson, Hugo, but only through her stories. She will talk of her fictional crushes and you’ll shrink and shrink. She’ll be your grammar police and you will not like it. She’ll charge you with the violation of rules you didn’t know that exists.

But still, date a girl who writes for you’ll find consolation in her words. You’ll find comfort in her cradle of thoughts and you’ll find understanding in her grief. Date a girl who writes for she’ll write to you while waiting.

She’ll start with “I am writing this letter to you while you’re off buying drinks. This is the first time in my life I’ve ever written a letter to somebody sitting next to me on a bench, but I feel it’s the only way I can get through to you”, like Midori from Norwegian Wood.

Love a girl who writes. Despite the flaws of her own handwriting or her manipulation over words, she knows where to begin and when to end. She understands that there is neither good nor bad timing; we actually create our own chances. Adore her story and inspire her to write more.

Date a girl who reads and writes. You must know that she’ll appreciate more if you read too or an expert in making a classic brewed. She knows that taking time is like reading a 10-chapter book. Every chapter is another mystery. Don’t rush her on things. Like a story, it needs time and way a heck lot of effort to make it ripe. She doesn’t want half-baked plots neither rushed proposals. Listen to her when she talks about a bad ending. It’s her way of saying that she could do better than that. Randomly give her flowers or her favorite author at any given day. Small surprises make her experience that fairy tale can actually happen in real life. It’s easy to love this girl. Drop her small notes, spoil her with poetry and love letters. Her deepest joys come from someone who knows how to make her feel magical, fragile, vulnerable and romantically insane within. Find someone who writes. Check the back of her notebook for some simple passages during one of those slow days. She’s the writer. She knows that writing is her way of drawing strength from her inner self. Someone who knows what she wants. This girl will write the story of your lives and make you feel that the world is more than what you thought it was. She’ll take you to an adventure of a lifetime with your kids inspired by Dr Seuss or The Adventures of Alice.

If you find this girl, never let her go.

Better yet, marry her.

Date A Girl Who Reads; or what an odd thing to find when you’re on a break…

Date a girl who reads. Date a girl who spends her money on books instead of clothes. She has problems with closet space because she has too many books. Date a girl who has a list of books she wants to read, who has had a library card since she was twelve.

Find a girl who reads. You’ll know that she does because she will always have an unread book in her bag.She’s the one lovingly looking over the shelves in the bookstore, the one who quietly cries out when she finds the book she wants. You see the weird chick sniffing the pages of an old book in a second hand book shop? That’s the reader. They can never resist smelling the pages, especially when they are yellow.

She’s the girl reading while waiting in that coffee shop down the street. If you take a peek at her mug, the non-dairy creamer is floating on top because she’s kind of engrossed already. Lost in a world of the author’s making. Sit down. She might give you a glare, as most girls who read do not like to be interrupted. Ask her if she likes the book.

Buy her another cup of coffee.

Let her know what you really think of Murakami. See if she got through the first chapter of Fellowship. Understand that if she says she understood James Joyce’s Ulysses she’s just saying that to sound intelligent. Ask her if she loves Alice or she would like to be Alice.

It’s easy to date a girl who reads. Give her books for her birthday, for Christmas and for anniversaries. Give her the gift of words, in poetry, in song. Give her Neruda, Pound, Sexton, Cummings. Let her know that you understand that words are love. Understand that she knows the difference between books and reality but by god, she’s going to try to make her life a little like her favorite book. It will never be your fault if she does.

She has to give it a shot somehow.

Lie to her. If she understands syntax, she will understand your need to lie. Behind words are other things: motivation, value, nuance, dialogue. It will not be the end of the world.

Fail her. Because a girl who reads knows that failure always leads up to the climax. Because girls who understand that all things will come to end. That you can always write a sequel. That you can begin again and again and still be the hero. That life is meant to have a villain or two.

Why be frightened of everything that you are not? Girls who read understand that people, like characters, develop. Except in the Twilight series.

If you find a girl who reads, keep her close. When you find her up at 2 AM clutching a book to her chest and weeping, make her a cup of tea and hold her. You may lose her for a couple of hours but she will always come back to you. She’ll talk as if the characters in the book are real, because for a while, they always are.

You will propose on a hot air balloon. Or during a rock concert. Or very casually next time she’s sick. Over Skype.

You will smile so hard you will wonder why your heart hasn’t burst and bled out all over your chest yet. You will write the story of your lives, have kids with strange names and even stranger tastes. She will introduce your children to the Cat in the Hat and Aslan, maybe in the same day. You will walk the winters of your old age together and she will recite Keats under her breath while you shake the snow off your boots.

Date a girl who reads because you deserve it. 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.

Or better yet, date a girl who writes.

Rosemary Urquico

Proximity vs Distance

So my roommate and his girlfriend have been going through some rather interesting phases of late, like they’ve broken up and made up several times. Yesterday was the calling-and-no-answering stage, and before that was the disowning of everything. Now my room is rather small, so I have become an unfortunate participant in these sharings, including being asked over and over again by roommate what roommate’s girlfriend’s texts mean. And they were rather cryptic. So basically it was me agreeing to whatever he said to get him off my case…
They seemed to be outdoing themselves in an attempt to prove that familiarity breeds contempt.
But no, now they’re back together.
So that got me thinking, is it a thing about familiarity, through proximity, that wears people down and makes relationships so weird?
Long distance relationships have the added strain of having to compensate for the physical closeness with other things, like communication. So i have the opposite problem… Miss Girl has been away for a while, and in the meantime I have sucked majorly at my attempts at communication with her.
Proximity makes everything trivial, like too much contact and such. And distance makes a difference. Bring in a relationship with someone you can’t see/be with is hard.
Somewhere along the great slide rule of life, a compromise has to be struck…

Nine in the Afternoon

There’s a thing about me and music, every time I hear a song I like, it plays perpetually in my head till I go download it, read through the lyrics online, then realize there’s a lot more to it than what I’d heard before. Like Panic at the Disco’s Nine in the Afternoon. there’s an interesting reference in there.

Back to the street where we began
Feeling as good as lovers can, you know
Yeah, we’re feeling so good

Picking up things we shouldn’t read
It looks like the end of history as we know
It’s just the end of the world

Back to the street where we began
Feeling as good as love
You could, you can

I found Miss Girl’s blog. I’m calling her Miss Girl because she’s an interesting mix of maturity and that child-like love for life that wears off, in most other people, with life’s gritty grittiness…
Reading it, I realized, one, that I don’t know as much grammar as I should, and two, that my actions as a human being affect more people than I know, or even take credit for… So much for the insight that comes with having a massive brain.
Now I’m not one to acknowledge my human side, and I have been blamed for having an annoying aloofness, with good reason. So for that, mea cupa, mea culpa, mea maxima culpa.