This one’s a companion piece to my last post. Twice in the last little while I’ve mentioned what attracts me to a girl — cardigans and Macs being the posts of mention — and I figured I really ought to close off this mini trilogy with the criterion that matters most. (Well, after righteousness and all the other well-of-course stuff.)
Books. I am not interested in girls who are not passionate about books. Period.
There, I’ve said it. It’s been bubbling around in my thoughts for a while now. I used to think it might be negotiable, but it’s not — and I don’t think that makes me shallow. It’s just part of who I am. I could never marry a girl who doesn’t love books.
Why do I already know there’ll be a slew of comments on this post? :P

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