the kinda girl i want

it helps, really. to write lists of this nature, one must take stock of one's life, one's values, and one's future dreams. so here it goes.
the kinda girl i want needs an infectious, sudden laugh.
she needs to be light-hearted and easy-going. but always on the go.
the kinda girl i want believes in equality.
she hates gender, but loves a good set of heels.
she shaves when she feels like it, and she doesn't when she doesn't.
she performs for no one.
the kinda girl i want has a vocabulary that she adds to regularly and recreationally.
she has a love-hate relationship with reading, and an obsessive personality.
the kinda girl i want will be able to keep plants alive, because i cannot, and i like plants.
she'll cook when she feels like it, but it'll be achingly good when she does.
this girl will love her body without having other people's eyes tell her why.
she'll want to excel in everything she does.
the kinda girl i want will have an odd assortment of skills, and she'll be more mature than her years. she'll soften the more i know her, she'll cry at movies, and she'll yell at the news as if her voice alone could change the course of the world's events.
the kinda girl i want will take to the streets when she believes in something, which will be often. she'll be able to list her top five artists of all time, and she won't be able to decide on her favourite colour or her favourite musician. she'll be equally at home at the opera and on a hiking trail. she'll collect strange small things, and she'll be shy about her quirkiness.
the kinda girl i want will be the talker of the two of us, but when she listens, she'll remember every word.
the kinda girl i want may be too good for me right now. on the other hand, the kinda girl i want might be looking for a girl kinda like me. a bit rough around the edges, tense sometimes and sad. maybe this girl's looking for a girl who cries at the olympics and snorts at the news. a girl who wants to play every instrument, but can't afford that right now. a girl who fantasizes about being a superhero, using this dream as a reason to run faster, to do sit-ups, and to eat well. maybe she's looking for a girl who knows there's one person out there who will make the world seem small, a girl who likes quirky wallclocks and plastic jesus figurines and wants to collect art her friends have made on her walls. maybe she wants a girl who picks her nose unashamedly in front of anyone she's known for more than 5 months. a girl who doesn't really know who she is, but only thinks about that when she's supposed to be writing papers.

maybe this moment right now is the moment before the day before the week before the month we meet and the world makes perfect sense. maybe i'm a hopeless romantic, and nothing happens for a reason. maybe successful relationships are only either a product of dumb luck or endless scheming. regardless, i'll toss this thought into the electronic void.