Be intelligent. There is nothing sexier than intelligence. You don’t have to be a genius, but I tend to fall fast for guys who are articulate and genuinely interested in something intellectual – I don’t care what it is, I just love listening to people who are passionate about science or philosophy or literature. My first fictional crush was (and still is) Sherlock Holmes, if that tells you anything about me.
Be thoughtful. I love when people are able to show how much they know me, whether its with actions or gifts. It doesn’t have to be anything big, just something to show that they’re thinking of me and they appreciate the things I like. One time, my sister brought me some pumpkin chai tea from Target because she knows about my pumpkin obsession. She actually hates pumpkin, but the little gesture meant a lot.
Be kind. It’s terribly easy to ignore the people around us who might be in need. And if I helped everyone I felt bad for, I’d be in some major debt. But there is something to be said for occasionally going out of your way to help or care for another human being (or animal). It means a lot to me when I see someone buy a burger for a homeless man or volunteer at an animal shelter. Sometimes, all you need is a smile to make your day, and I don’t think enough people truly try to make the world a better place.
Be funny. You don’t have to have the same sense of humor as I do, but I think it’s important to be able to laugh. And as much as I occasionally enjoy juvenile humor, intelligent humor is just the best. My dad is the king of dad jokes, and while I love him to death, his jokes get old pretty fast. I love people who can be witty and understand the right time to make a good joke.
Be there. I’ve been through some pretty shitty things in the past few years, and the worst part was having no one to turn to. I don’t need someone to feel sorry for me or tell me that it’s really my fault or that I’m looking at it wrong. I need someone to accept that I’m allowed to be upset sometimes, and not try to compete with how certain things affect me (my mom always quantifies emotions, and mine are always less than hers). I think I would really value someone in my life who accepts me for who I am and lets me be that person whether I’m distraught over the death of a pet or excited about a new book.