I know what kind of girl I want, but not what kind of girl I would need.

I need someone who talks with her mouthful.

I need someone who’s sarcastic.

I need someone who is humbling, but makes me feel wanted.

I need someone who understands my love for running.

I need someone who loves Italian cooking and can handle me making dinner for her on a weekly basis.

I need someone who laughs at Hot Rod.

I need someone who’s easy going, but passionate about what they love.

I need someone with some obsessive compulsivity so I don’t freak out about unorganization and untidyness. 

I need someone who isn’t a total retard, but also not a Ben Stein.

I’d like someone with a fashion sense like mine, but I need a girl who knows not to wear brown with black.

I need someone with friends who are also laid-back and also not total retards.

I need someone who is willing to listen to me banter about track and at least attempt to understand it.

I need someone who whenever I see them, they instantly brighten my day with their smile, frown, tears, laughter, et cetera. 

That’s about it. The rest is just desire.