Moldy Potatoes

I am super tired. Just got back from a small get together at my friend Ari's house :) haven't seen those bitches in a loooong ass time. I've been really busy this weekend. I am currently in the process of writing a 14 page paper, and making up a bunch of other work. Oh, and the rough cut for our historical documentary is due Tuesday, so the group is working on that. Blah blah blah. Lots of stress.  I needed a little release on a blog where I don't need to sound professional (stay tuned for a post on Napiers, it's coming once I get this paper done.)

I wrote this on Friday? I think? Anyway. I needed something to write about that really didn't have any substance, to get out everything that was on my mind so I could be productive (It didn't work, but it was worth a shot.) So, here it is. Ready go:


I was in class today, and found myself distracted (as usual). I started thinking, in this, the 21st month of my single life, of all the things I find attractive about the opposite sex. It should not surprise anyone that this list of things is very, very weird. Men have it so easy in the world of Libby.

They are as follows. Not all are necessary for the guy to be considered attractive, but the more qualities he has the better:

Has Brown Eyes. Now, to be fair, a guy needs to have more than just brown eyes. But, between a hot guy with blue eyes and a hot guy with brown eyes, the brown eyed guy always wins. Unless he's an ass hole. Or shorter than me. Or has weird facial hair. Or wears fake glasses. Or is a hipster.

Has Brains. I find smart guys extremely attractive. Being intelligent is probably my biggest turn-on. Some girls need muscles and guys who are into sports and, you know, beer and tools and other manly things. No no. Not Libby. Libby needs more than that. Science Olympiad champion? Sexy. Does he take pages and pages and pages of notes in class? Like, more words than the teacher actually says out loud? Super hot. If he uses a word I've never heard before within the first 5 minutes of meeting him, I am automatically smitten. Unless he's too pompous. That ruins it. And, honestly, it's really hard to find a non-pompous smart guy. But when I find one, I'm all on it.

Rocks a mohawk. HOT. HOT HOT HOT HOT. To be clear: NOT one of those half-assed shaved ones that you can't really see at all. A big ass, balls to the wall mohawk. Or a grown out one.  If it's colored too, all the better. I have a theory about this one. I think it falls in the category of "my mother would hate this and that's why I like it."


Obsessed fan of something, not sports. For example: obsessed with Star Wars, or Harry Potter. I find this incredibly endearing. It could be whatever really. My weird obsession is pirates. I can talk about pirates all fuckin day. Whatever it is, his love for this thing cannot be lukewarm. It has to be deep and passionate. He needs to know the stupidest and most random facts about it. If he has a collection, its even more awesome. When someone asks him about this topic, he gets really excited and doesn't shut up.

Is a lefty. I don't know. Lefties are just indubitably more attractive than righties.

Has a southern accent. The only thing that could possibly beat a sweet, smooth southern accent is a British accent. British guys win by default.

Plays guitar. Or any other instrument really. Mainly guitar though. It's very cliche, but a guy is more than just a guy when he's holding a guitar.

Loves his mom. This one doesn't need a explanation.