Don’t date a girl who reads because girls who read are the storytellers. You with the Joyce, you with the Nabokov, you with the Woolf. You there in the library, on the platform of the metro, you in the corner of the café, you in the window of your room. The girl who reads has spun out the account of her life and it is bursting with meaning. She insists that her narratives are rich, her supporting cast colorful, and her typeface bold. You, the girl who reads, make me want to be everything that I am not. But I am weak and I will fail you, because you have dreamed, properly, of someone who is better than I am. You will accept nothing less than passion, and perfection, and a life worthy of being storied.
this has probably made its rounds but its too hilarious not to post. please read the entire thing here ‘dont date a girl who reads by Charles Warnke’ ‘ & excerpt found on ‘her name is lola’ blog