Les Boys

This post was especially requested by a friend of mine, so here goes nothing.

I had a dream this weekend... the dream was about a boy. I don’t exactly know him, but I have seen him before. I’ve even given him that polite smile, actually, I’ve probably even said “hi”, paired with that smile. But alas, we have not been formally introduced.

Okay, so in the dream he comes up to me and I say, “Hi. I don’t think we’ve officially met yet” and I put out my hand, “I’m Naila”.
He nods and smiles, then he says, “I was just going to go ahead and ask for your number”.
Yesss! There is nothing more attractive than a man who knows what he wants and goes for it.
(For some reason I love that idea. Let's not get into the conversation about why that level of anonymity was attractive to me and what it means on a subconscious level - thanks mcgill psych courses Jeez!) 
Recently, a friend reminded me that I don’t have taste – not that it’s bad per se. But that I do not in fact have a certain type of guy that I look for. I can get along with a variety of people. But there are obviously things that’ll help... (not an exhaustive list)

Open - This is a hit or miss with me. I like a guy who can introduce me to things outside my bubble...but I also love comfort, so I'm not always up for trying new things. So be able to stay in, in your sweats all-day Sunday, too. Open to me also means open to different people, different experiences, different ideas. Be accepting and willing to share your knowledge, willing to constantly learn new things. 

Passion – he can be passionate about anything, cabinet-making, his family or his Yu-Gi Oh card collection (that’s weird though :s). If he has something he is so passionate about that when he talks about it his face lights up and you can tell he invests his whole being into the passion, he’s a shoe-in. If he can appreciate how invested I am in my own passions, even better!

Conversation – we need to be able to hold a conversation. We should be able to talk for “forever and a day” (<3)

Quirky – tell me you eat fries and peanut butter. Appreciate my Styrofoam room dream. Laugh at my lame jokes.

Child at heart – I love a guy who can take off his business casual attire and play in the sprinklers with his little cousins. Climb a tree with me. Indulge my mayan chocolate ice cream addiction for breakfast or just make me laugh :)

Suit up. Gotta love a man in a suit.
Oh and did I mention he needs to be able to regulate my crazy haha :p

Addiction

Those who know me well, those who are closest to me, understand my odd relationship with stress. Under pressure I am sharper, more alert and attuned to my surroundings. Yes, I am on edge and irritable, but I am the loud, outspoken, assertive and passionate version of myself – who I believe is my True self. Stress is my drug of choice, an addiction of sorts. There have been many interventions planned in the past, by friends, family and I will admit that even I have had a few stern conversations with myself as well. But at the end of the day, when it all comes full circle, I accept my addiction as a vital part of who I am.

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The word ‘addiction’ makes me think of this dance. Just for fun I’m including a video of one of my favourite contemporary pieces – by one of my favourite [SYTYCD] couples Kayla and Kupono :) Enjoy!