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       Boys in their 20’s are like a New York Times crossword puzzle, time consuming, complicated, and you’re never really sure you’ve got the right answer.    There are so many humans on this planet yet we stay hooked and consumed with the idea that the one we met, online or in a caffe, is in fact thee one. What are the qualities you look for when you’re on the hunt for a partner? Is it loyalty, a cute butt, tattoos, dark hair and light eyes? For me it’s a little more complicated. It seems to be getting more and more complicated as I walk my Fila wearing feet into my mid 20’s.  I’m always being pulled in the direction of boys who need assistance with emotional vulnerability but is that really enough for my heart?  Something that makes me feel vulnerable and excited is taking photos. I love how gorgeous every single person I capture looks in front of the lens.  After shooting outside all day, and shopping around downtown with nothing but a bagel and 3 iced coffees in my stomach, it was time to wind down. A couple of hours later, book in one hand, tea in another, my phone rang. A 20 something year old boy needing my ear. I usually spring up when someone comes to me for advice, even more so when it’s love advice, but I’m still not sure how I feel about boys calling me for 20 something girl advice.   Does jealousy block the road for authentic advice? When I’m in my pj’s excited to get a good nights rest, why do I become bed ridden with jealousy? I don’t want to date these boys. Maybe it’s the feeling of wishing (hoping?) there are boys calling their girl friends to say how giddy I make them. As logical as I am when it comes to giving advice, I’m extremely emotional when it comes to giving myself the same sort of pep talks I give my friends.   Hearing about peoples passions and anxieties spark something in me, similar to how I feel when I’m taking photos. In the end I think the most attractive thing that pulls me in isn’t someone who needs me to solve their problems, but someone who can talk about them and learn how to solve them on their own. I think I’m a hopeless romantic, I might be good at crossword puzzles but not so much at people puzzles.

Boys in their 20’s are like a New York Times crossword puzzle, time consuming, complicated, and you’re never really sure you’ve got the right answer.

There are so many humans on this planet yet we stay hooked and consumed with the idea that the one we met, online or in a caffe, is in fact thee one. What are the qualities you look for when you’re on the hunt for a partner? Is it loyalty, a cute butt, tattoos, dark hair and light eyes? For me it’s a little more complicated. It seems to be getting more and more complicated as I walk my Fila wearing feet into my mid 20’s. I’m always being pulled in the direction of boys who need assistance with emotional vulnerability but is that really enough for my heart?

Something that makes me feel vulnerable and excited is taking photos. I love how gorgeous every single person I capture looks in front of the lens. After shooting outside all day, and shopping around downtown with nothing but a bagel and 3 iced coffees in my stomach, it was time to wind down. A couple of hours later, book in one hand, tea in another, my phone rang. A 20 something year old boy needing my ear. I usually spring up when someone comes to me for advice, even more so when it’s love advice, but I’m still not sure how I feel about boys calling me for 20 something girl advice.

Does jealousy block the road for authentic advice? When I’m in my pj’s excited to get a good nights rest, why do I become bed ridden with jealousy? I don’t want to date these boys. Maybe it’s the feeling of wishing (hoping?) there are boys calling their girl friends to say how giddy I make them. As logical as I am when it comes to giving advice, I’m extremely emotional when it comes to giving myself the same sort of pep talks I give my friends.

Hearing about peoples passions and anxieties spark something in me, similar to how I feel when I’m taking photos. In the end I think the most attractive thing that pulls me in isn’t someone who needs me to solve their problems, but someone who can talk about them and learn how to solve them on their own. I think I’m a hopeless romantic, I might be good at crossword puzzles but not so much at people puzzles.

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