Nope. But really my requirements for a girl are Someone who I can have a basic conversation without going your an idiot Someone who I actually have some emotional attachments to Someone who makes me laugh Someone who likes metal and is more then likely a commie (but hey a fascist would be nice) Attractive would be nice, but personality is far better in my opinion as your going to have to deal with that more often and its better to have someone who complete you or some sort of emotional shit. Or you can just get a fuck buddy.
I'm planning on joining an Aspergers teen group just to meet girls. I sound sleazy as fuck when I say that!
It's like I'm reading Benedict from Much Ado About Nothing I do much wonder that one man, seeing how much another man is a fool when he dedicates his behaviors to love, will, after he hath laughed at such shallow follies in others, become the argument of his own scorn by failing in love: and such a man is Claudio. I have known when there was no music with him but the drum and the fife; and now had he rather hear the tabour and the pipe: I have known when he would have walked ten mile a-foot to see a good armour; and now will he lie ten nights awake, carving the fashion of a new doublet. He was wont to speak plain and to the purpose, like an honest man and a soldier; and now is he turned orthography; his words are a very fantastical banquet, just so many strange dishes. May I be so converted and see with these eyes? I cannot tell; I think not: I will not be sworn, but love may transform me to an oyster; but I'll take my oath on it, till he have made an oyster of me, he shall never make me such a fool. One woman is fair, yet I am well; another is wise, yet I am well; another virtuous, yet I am well; but till all graces be in one woman, one woman shall not come in my grace. Rich she shall be, that's certain; wise, or I'll none; virtuous, or I'll never cheapen her; fair, or I'll never look on her; mild, or come not near me; noble, or not I for an angel; of good discourse, an excellent musician, and her hair shall be of what colour it please God. Ha! the prince and Monsieur Love! I will hide me in the arbour.
