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Heheh, I'm a hair-smeller too. My girlfriend's hair is pretty much the best-smelling thing I can think of. She thinks it's funny when I grab her from behind and shove my snout into her copious tract of hair.
I don't think it'd be the thing I love the most about them, though. I love a down-to-earth, smart woman. My girl's a meat-and-potatos eating, videogame playing, science fiction reading woman who doesn't want all the ritzy crap and show-off commodities that a lot of my friends' girlfriends are getting them to buy. You sit us down with pizza, a Super Nintendo, and a few good friends and we can make as much fun as we can handle. I get gushes of praise whenever I buy her so much as a Steak and Shake burger...I guess I just hate snobbery so much that going out with an anti-snob makes me feel great.
I love a girl with a sense of humor, too. My current one's a trickster. She's sabotaged my phone and messed up my radio channel buttons and sewed flowers and ribbons to my favorite shirt, and yet I love it. She keeps me on my toes. I, of course, fire back with my own little bits of skullduggery and she takes them well. It's great.
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