Maybe, Perhaps

Date a guy who writes

Date a guy who reads, or better yet, date a guy who writes.

He'd be the guy in a coffee shop, staring at his laptop screen with a pencil tucked in between his lips, his hair all messy from running his hands through it in deep thought.

You'd lie if you said you didn't like the way he wore his glasses, looking just as handsome.

Walk up to him, give him a smile though he'd just return it with a curt nod and nothing more. And that my friends, is the guy who knows what to expect.

He's read way too many books to not know what was about to happen.

He'd give you the stink-eye if you were to start up a conversation, pretty much exactly what every writer does.

So sit with him everyday.

He'd be sitting in the same place everyday, the same old pencil of his tucked in between his lips as he skimmed through his words.

He'd prefer pencil over pen.

He'd eventually get used to your presence, giving you a smile one fine day, passing you a cup of coffee he'd bought for you beforehand.

Tell him what you think of writers. Tell him what you actually think of writers.

Nerds, exactly.

He'd shake his head at that, but would make it a point to change your mind and hence, will leave his glasses at home the next day, wearing contact lenses instead.

And then, he'd ask you out on a date.

He'd walk along with you in the brink of autumn, the two of you debating on who the better villain was, Umbridge or Voldemort.

Of course, he'd choose Umbridge considering he'd wanted her dead more than Voldemort himself, and you'd agree to disagree.

He'd debate over which between Macbeth and Romeo & Juliet was the better play, and you'd choose Macbeth, being a lover of tragic plays.

He'd take your relationship to the hills, and at its peak, he'd kiss you sweetly just as you would.

You'd wake up to your head on his lap, his fingers brushing through your hair as he read through his drafts early in the morning. He'd be the kind to douse himself in the warmth of his room while he sat on his wooden desk, writing non stop.

You'd see his desk, littered with paper lined with words, and some, drawings of the said character.

His laptop would be his second love, you being his first though he'd tease you often, saying he loved it more than he did you.

He'd be an insomniac and he'd always seek refuge in you during those sleepless nights, seeking you warm hugs and soft kisses you'd pepper his face with.

He'd weave your love story, beautiful and calm, knowing that the angst in your life only leads to love in the end.

He'd blabber at times, telling you how he doesn't know what to do with the characters in a very elaborate manner, hoping you'd listen and give him your opinion.

He'd cry out of irritation when he'd be out of ideas, and he'd be more than happy to go for long walks with just you by his side.

He knows, not everything that happens in his romance novels will ever happen to her in real life, but he'll try. He'll wait for you to trip, hoping to catch you just in time like the man does in those novels, and he'd lean in for a soft kiss, it growing deeper as you'd smile in between.

Give him that love, the kind of love you'd never find in books, the kind of love even saints hadn't scripted.

But most of all, be the girl he'd choose over his career, just because you were becoming his career.

And that's why I say,

Date a guy who writes.

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Inspired by Date a girl who reads by Rosemarie Urquico from Goodreads