I Think I've Figured Out What I Want Most In A Partner. I Was Someone Who Listens When I Tell Them Random

I think I've figured out what I want most in a partner. I was someone who listens when I tell them random things I find interesting, who ask questions and when I don't know the answer, listens to me tell them what I find when I Google it and doesn't just stop paying attention half way through. I think I want to find someone who loves me enough to listen to me. And I hope one day I find someone I love enough to always want to listen to too.

Strive to be a Savannah

When my little sibling found out I was on the Dean's list, they asked me what that was. This is what I told her:

Ok so there's this guy named Dean, right? And he has this list, and ya can't have a list without names, so he goes to each college or university and says "hey, yo, who's got the best grades?" And the college/uni is like "all these people" and then Dean's all like "dude that's so hype, imma put them on my list!" So Dean has like a bajillion lists of names of people with good grades bc he really likes lists

That moment when you realize that you and your friends not using the bathroom unless it was an absolute emergency in middle school and high school because sometimes people are weird about the stupid cracks between the door and stall and floor and ceiling in public bathrooms isn't a universal experience and other countries don't have these stupid gaps and people feel completely (or at least more) safe using public bathrooms

I don't think I'd survive in another country. Their food would be too good. Which in all respects sounds like a stupid problem, how would good food lead to my demise? Simple. Good food is scary. I'm a picky eater with low standards. I'll only eat food I'm familiar with if it looks "right," but it could be like, the most dog shit version of that food. People be like, "college food tastes bad." And I'm like "oh my gosh it's the soup I get every Thursday at dinner! It's so good!" I'd go to another county, see the seasonings that make the food *actually* taste good and be like, "nope, nope, nope. It looks wrong I can't eat it or I'll throw up." And the sad thing is, it's probably the best tasting thing I've ever been in the presence of before, but it just *looks* sketchy. I don't know why but I'm *pretty* sure that food wants to throw hands with me. I dunno what I did but I think it's angry.

I don't want much. I just want someone to figure out the best setting on an iron for making grilled cheese. I just want someone to talk to about how it's terrible to make mascots of food that encourage people to eat that food. I just want someone who's as invested in all my stupid thoughts as I am. I just want a relationship like Sam and Joon.