Showing posts with label it's all about me. Show all posts
Showing posts with label it's all about me. Show all posts

Thursday, March 7, 2013

What I Like



I was asked recently what I saw in my beloved Robert Downey Jr because while yes, he’s totally hot, he’s also not the typical Hollywood looking guy. He has that certain je ne sais quoi that’s hard to describe (yes I took three years of French…be very impressed.)


But it got me thinking as to what I find attractive in men. I know girls who make lists of very detailed things they desire in a man and I’ve never really done that. However, there are qualities I find adorable and attractive and they include the following:

A testimony all his own
This is pretty much a given but still needs to be said and needs to be said first. I want someone who is firm in his testimony and convictions, someone who wants to go to church every week, someone who is worthy to marry me in the temple and who will willingly use his Priesthood authority.

Personality
People, it’s all about the personality for me. I don’t care if you’re pretty or scary looking. Truly, I do not. I care most about whether you have a thought in your head, if we can make conversation and whether or not we can make each other laugh. Confidence, not cockiness, is also attractive to me. It’s a fine line between the two and hard to describe and explain but I know it when I see it.

Kindness and goodness
In one of my favorite movies, "Waitress," one of the characters says “you are the queen of kindness and goodness.”

I find kindness and goodness to be extremely attractive qualities in a man. I love people who are inherently good…people who serve willingly, people who smile at others, people who do randomly nice things for others. Yes, you can still be rascally, obnoxious and yes, by all means, please be imperfect but always be kind and respectful to me and especially to others like food service employees, my mother, older people and little kids.

Just listen
Another one of my favorite lines from "Waitress" says “And then I was addicted, baby. I was addicted to saying things and having them matter to someone.” (If you haven’t seen it, it’s a really good movie about an imperfect girl who finds her way through her challenging life.)

As I’ve gotten older, I’ve realized that I really love when my voice is being heard. I of course, love listening to others and I love trying to help those I care about with their problems but every so often, I want to feel like someone is there to listen to me too.  My love for being heard doesn’t mean I need to be out front, on stage, in charge, the loudest in the room, etc. although that can be fun at times too. But I just want to find someone who cares about what I think, who remembers the stuff I tell him about things that are important to me, who asks me how my day was and then asks me questions about what I just said.

That kind of sounds like a lot when I list it out but it’s also pretty basic, human interaction stuff. Really, what it all boils down to is me wanting to matter to someone. That’s totally normal, right?

Well, or if this guy ever became single and showed up at my door, I probably wouldn't mind that either.

 
 Okay I didn't just write this post simply so that I could share pictures of RDJr.  But, you're welcome.

Friday, January 15, 2010

The real me!

Some of my favorite bloggers (Holly, Jessica, Lindsey, Stie and many more) recently did a "real" post and I decided to get brave and do the same thing.

I like smiling most of the time. I like giving off the impression that all is well in my world. I wear makeup every day. My hair is "done" every day. I try to dress nice most of the time. On my blog, I generally talk about the stuff running through my head, the stuff I love, the TV shows I'm obsessed with but truth be told, I don't spend a lot of time writing about the bad stuff. For example, I'm not going to write that I spent most of tonight crying about feeling alone because what good will it do? So yeah, my blog is a glossier version of me. Thanks for asking!

To give you some idea of who I really am, deep down, this is who I strive to be.

Ah, Mary. Practically perfect in every way, aren't you? How would it be to be you??

I will never know because this is who I really am:

Here I am with a freshly washed face, a gigantic smile to hide the double chin and still wearing this year's Christmas pajamas. If you look closely you can see the Bag Balm I have to put on the dry patches around my eyes (the ones I get every winter without fail and no beauty product will repair. Help...anyone?) Oh and please note the full drying rack behind me that is now holding completely dry clothes that should have been put away 3 days ago. Nice, huh?

And because I'm really keeping it real, I wanted to show you my "it hasn't even been three stinking months since my last color/foil" roots. Horrible, no? The flash does accentuate the gray a bit but that is one scary head of hair, folks.

Besides the hair and skin issues, I have some habits/traits that I'm not the least bit proud of and generally do not make the blog. They include:

1. I am habitually late. I frequently don't get to church until the 2nd verse of the Sacrament song. I'm nearly always late to work which means I work through my lunch or late most nights. I'm always in a hurry, always trying to accomplish too much in too little time, always wanting to sleep just a few minutes longer.

2. I'm a paper piler. It's bad, people.

3. I'm a sore loser when playing games. I have tried to improve in this area but I still have a long way to go. I've gotten better at just enjoying whatever game we're playing but sometimes (when I lose over and over mainly) I feel whiny and pouty about losing. What am I? Three???

4. I'm horribly impatient and sometimes snappish. It breaks my heart when I'm short with people I love (not so with people who don't mean as much to me but that's still not a good thing.) I know as soon as the snippy comment comes out of my mouth and hangs there in the air that I've been a jerk and I'm dying to grab it back before it hurts anyone. Ugh.

5. I'm vain. I hate it when I wear something new to work and nobody notices or comments and I think I love too much being told I'm pretty or that I look younger than I really am.

That's enough, right? I don't think I hide THAT much of myself on the blog but for various reasons, I generally don't go that deeply into who I really am. But every so often, when I'm not talking about reality TV, I will open up my heart and share the real Jeanelle. And when I do, I'm happy (like here and here.)