A Dash of Real

This lovely human's name is Gianna. I met her today in our school's commons by chance of me being way too friendly for my own good. She quickly became my favorite part of the day. She wasn't your typical girl, she was sarcastic, straight to the point, blunt, yet maintained this sweet and cute demeanor. I was so fascinated with her I couldn't help but keep wanting to talk with her. I knew her for all of twenty minutes before she opened up about her sex and personal life. Not in any sort of boastful way but simply as a method of conversation. She had a brilliant sense of humor that you couldn't help but laugh at. She had this ability to effortlessly talk about taboo subjects that make most people squirm. Most people I know would feel uncomfortable or get awkward in the discussion of incest or something of that nature. Needless to say, I fell in love with her. 

She told me that she could tell by looking someone in the eye if she'd be able to converse openly with someone with ease or if she should keep her mouth shut to avoid sensitive feelings being hurt. This stood out to me because she understands what is and isn't cool. She doesn't want to offend anyone, she just wants to keep it real. After talking with me for a few minutes and my friend who I was also eating lunch with, she felt comfortable enough to show us her true colors. 

As we conversed, we discussed some people that we found attractive. Mostly people that I found attractive because I'm a helpless romantic disaster. She told me her viewpoints on sexuality and I found it to be the most profound thing I've ever heard. Her comfort in her own skin, and especially in her sexuality, was such a trait I've seldom seen in people who are constantly guarding themselves from pain and heartbreak. She described sexuality like a scale ranging from homosexuality to heterosexuality and everything in between. I won't be able to reiterate what she had to say with much justice, but it was eye opening. 

She was nice. She was real. She was remarkable. 

I find myself drawn to people who have this dash of real in them. Those kinds of people who say what they need to say and don't care who hears it. Those people who are fearless and confident in themselves and their abilities. Gianna met this mark and exceeded more than I've ever known someone to- and I only knew her for all of an hour. 

At our departure I told her I was going to find her on Facebook and we'd be best friends. I think she thought I was kidding, but I was so so serious. She actually added me back as I typed this so I must be doing something right!

-Stephen