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Yeah to the smoking thing, but I think that's largely down to the FACT!!! that smoking IS!!! both big and clever. It's like swearing, only a bit sexier.
I always find it quite heart-pounding when the object of my desire suddenly reveals an interest in, knowledge of or passion for something I didn't already know they were into. (It doesn't have to be something I'm into myself, as long as it's not something I'm opposed to. Bringing out a rant on the Protocols of the Elders of Zion, or a love of Social Darwinism, for example, would be something of a passion-killer). I think I like the fact that people are complex, and I like the ones I care about (or at the very least fancy) to surprise me with their complexity. All the best relationships I've ever had have been made just that bit better by the fact that, despite closeness and openness and familiarity and all the rest of it, you can STILL keep having "fucking hell! I never would have thought THAT was your thing!!!" moments.
That, and girls who read a lot, and furthermore like talking about books a lot. I think it gives my inner alienated adolescent hope.
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