I don't fall in love with the way someone looks. I don't get a massive crush on a man's physique
I don't care what colour his hair is, his eyes, what clothes he likes, what music he's into (except Coldplay, obviously. Will not tolerate Coldplay under any circumstances).
I am a writer. Writing is what makes me happy. Reading makes me feel whole.
I fall in love with words.
I have been madly in love with Jack Kerouac for twenty years (he's been dead for forty; it doesn't matter).
I develop massive crushes on men who are able to hold up their end of a conversation. I lust after bloggers who are able to write; I don't care what they write about, they just have to be good at it.