Date a girl who doesn’t listen to good music because the girl who listens to good music knows the importance of careful arrangement of melody and lyrics. She can remember by heart the eloquent words accompanying the sincere strum of the acoustic and the gentle weeping of an electric. She is aware of the depth of meaning weaved through the soulful rhythm and beat. She is meticulously concerned with genuine delivery, a delivery deeply instrumental to her emotional knowledge. The girl who listens to good music understands the importance of cadences and harmony. The prosody of a piece is absolutely necessary, without which she knows the essence of its meaning in its entirety is lost. The girl who doesn’t listen to good music is satisfied with normalcy, easily pleased with the prevailing fabricated notion of music at present, fleetingly slips in and out of love, readily clings onto honeyed words which are commonplace, and lightly nods as she scrapes the surface of your heart with concealed indifference… but the girl who does is conscientious, resilient, and has her heart on guard, wary and cautious - perhaps overly so - as she waltz amongst the purity of words and beautiful artistry, flowing with the progression of the song, anticipating both an abrupt closure or one that slowly fades. The music she listens to, she will share, and expects you to observe and find her amidst the selection of songs, semantics and verses. A metaphysical comfort exists; when she shares what she listens, she shares a portion of her heart. She resides in an uninterrupted space curated by years of mindful listening where she takes her own sweet time. You need to wholly devote your affection and be extensively patient with the girl who listens to good music, a trait which you, pitifully and hopelessly, lack. So young man, be ingenuous! Be foolish! Date a girl who doesn’t listen to good music, for a girl who does would smile and recline in infinite awe of the poignancy or euphoria which the music gracefully invokes, leaving you perplexed and completely unhinged. She would slide her feet in synchrony and feel her consciousness locked in a safe box, as she patiently, and silently, orchestrates her own.

ps/ above is my amateur writing, largely inspired by Charle’s Warnke’s ‘You Should Date an Illiterate Girl’