People always ask me to describe myself, and I never know what to say because I think the interesting things about us are usually the things we'd never think to mention.
Like the fact that I still slow down for old barns and abandoned houses because I wonder who lived there and what their lives looked like.
Or that I can lose an hour going down rabbit holes about things nobody asked me to research.
Or that I laugh at the wrong moments, talk to animals like they understand English, and somehow turn every quick trip into an adventure or a story.
I've learned that attraction is strange. Sometimes it's immediate and undeniable. Sometimes it sneaks up on you because of the way someone smiles when they're trying not to, or because of a conversation you keep thinking about three days later.
I don't really know how to market a personality. I don't know how to condense a woman into a few flattering adjectives and a handful of photos. Human beings are more interesting than that.
I know that I appreciate intelligence without arrogance. I notice kindness. I pay attention to the little things most people miss. I find confidence attractive, but self-awareness even more so.
Mostly, I just enjoy people who are comfortable in their own skin. The ones who don't feel the need to impress everyone in the room. The ones who have stories to tell, a sense of humor, and enough curiosity left in them to still be surprised by life.
Anyway, that's probably more than anyone expected from a first blog post.
But if you've read this far, maybe you're a little curious now.
And honestly, curiosity has always been my favorite way for things to begin.
— Samantha
