I choose the lion.
I will always choose the lion.

What Lexi is Looking For in a Mate

Of late, what I am seeking has apparently been vastly misinterpreted.
I have high standards for myself.
I don't enjoy dating around for the hell of it.
It gets extremely old and redundant quite quickly.
So, as to preemptively avoid any further confusion,
I now present to you: What I Am Looking For.


The Non-Negotiables:

1) Intelligence.
You don't need a degree in rocket science, but you must be able to keep up with me to at least some extent. I dig intelligent conversation and witty banter. I don't enjoy defining words post-usage. No pseudo-smarts either... pretty transparent when that's occurring. As I said, I don't require genius IQ... but please, for the love of god, pick up a book every now and then or teach me something new.

2) Attractiveness.
Do not misconstrue this, either. I'm not expecting someone modelesque. I need to be able to stomach looking at you is all I'm saying. I fall in "like" due to looks, but in love due to personality.

3) Passion.
I do not have any concern with what it is that you may be passionate about [some exclusions apply], but I beg of you... have a passion for SOMETHING...anything. Maybe you know more about something than anyone else, or perhaps you have a penchant for collecting something, or you play an instrument, or a special skill. Interests beyond "Well...yeah...I like to hang out with my friends and stuff" are a must.

4) Self-sufficience.
I.E. Can you take care of yourself? Are you a big boy? Do you have a job [not to pay for me, but to financially care for yourself]? Are you of strong, stable mind? I like being the woman in the relationship, so do you have some hidden supply of estrogen lurking somewhere in there? I'm fond of maturity and strength [not physical, emotional]. Sound like you?

5) Kindness.
I can't stand mean-spirited people and people with hollow hearts. "Shit-talking" bores me to tears and turns me off from people. I detest gossip, pettiness, and cruelty. I hate being mistreated. I don't need spoiled. There is a vast difference between being spoiled and having my rights as a fellow human being and my entitlement to feelings acknowledged and respected. [A.K.A. Don't treat me like shit.]

6) Loyalty.
You have one girl. She is me. Your heart is mine. Your body is mine. And likewise, these are applicable for you in regards to me. Three's a crowd. Four's a crowd. Five's a crowd. I don't share.


Major Bonus Points Awarded For:

1) Humor
2) Artisticness
3) A passion for music
4) Honesty
5) Openness
6) Ambition


Bonus Points Awarded For:

1) Willingness to trust
2) Liberal views/beliefs
3) Being a social creature
[I tire of wallflowers. Being shy is alright, but only to a certain point. Don't hold me back.]
4) Acceptance
5) Shared interests
6) Ability to be child-like
7) Realism
8) Straightforwardness

I am also quite fond of weirdness, quirkiness, the willingness to make a complete ass of yourself in public, the ability to shun the mainstream/popular opinion, and the complete disregard for what is the "cool thing to do." I detest overly-competitive males and that uber-masculinity that a great deal of men seem to find ever-so-necessary.


If you think that the ideal male that I have just finished describing and you, yourself, are one and the same, then feel free to contact me. I am searching for you...desperately.
Otherwise, pleeeeeease stop wasting my time.

are you my lady?
are you my lady?
are you my lady?
are you my lady?
are you my lady?
are you my lady?
I stay optimistic.
I stay positive.
I keep my chin up and eyes skyward and head immersed in clouds.
I keep a blue flag hanging out my backside,
but only on the left side.
Yeah, that's the Crip side.

Ah Mew, I cannot sing your glories enough.
Ambience and that vanilla scent of last Spring and the same 3 mix CD's.
I am taken back, transcend time in fact, and am right back in that moment.
Strange what moments you recall with fondness...
They are always the small, seemingly insignificant ones that pass by without a second thought, but oh god, I miss that smell and that drive and that vinyl and that sun that just could not be kept at bay behind the mountains.
I miss the feeling of tranquility and the company and my, oh my, how things change.
Nostalgia is a blessing and a real bitch, for a moment cannot be bottled for consumption at a later date when you wish for just one more small taste of it. They say your tastebuds do not taste in full after 3 bites, and it has proven to be true, for I'd love for just one more, to relish the flavor in full anew.

Never thought I'd yearn for what was once a bore, a chore, for more.
So simple. So fleeting. So real.
Oh, to feel real and actual, to sincerely feel the blood coursing through your veins.

CARPE FUCKING DIEM.
I will one day yearn for today.

Everything I do is loud.
I listen to my music loudly.
I dress loudly.
I speak loudly.
I'm a loud-mouth.
My friends are loud.
I live loudly.
What is this life for if not to make a scene?
I will leave my loud imprint upon this planet.

I'm a character [I really am] in all of my glory.
I used to deny it. I once hated it.
And now, I embrace it.
I embrace those who embrace it.

Embrace.
I'm a touchy-feely person.
I hug frequently and with firmness.
I snuggle and cuddle and touchtouch.
I used to restrain myself. I used to hold back the urge.
But, why fight the urge to love?


It is a wonderful feeling... to love yourself,
to accept yourself, to know yourself, and so on and so forth.
It is welcomed and a breath of the freshest air.
Nowadays, I speak freely and dance no matter who is watching.
Comfort in one's own skin is crucial.
And, my skin is feeling ever-so-wonderful and fitting glove-like.


I need some excursions.
Pittsburgh is feeling rather cramped as of late.