Ode to the Hipster Guy

My friend Melissa says I have
a type. You know; a kind of guy that you always seem to be attracted to. Mine is the hipster guy. Or as Melissa puts it, the homeless and unemployed. Now let's be honest. They have to at least have a home. Seriously though, if they look like they haven't bathed in a day I will probably ask for their number.

Case in point:








This is my celebrity crush. I really don't get star struck, but if i were to run into this guy, I quite sure I wouldn't remember my own name. Particularly in this movie. I think a guy in a cardi is pretty much the boss. Or a non douchy fedora. Also vests, beards, and black thick frames.

Most of these guys live pretty close to me.








Silverlake, Echo Park and Highland Park seem to have the highest concentration. These areas are filled with dive bars, ironic art galleries and interesting restaurants that I love. The problem is they aren't the nicest neighborhoods, and maybe not the best for a single gal who lives alone.
As I write this love letter to skinny jean boys, you may wonder, why I am not dating one?








There are a few items that throw a wrench into my idealized hipster relationship. First of all, from what I have noticed, most of these guys don't dig chubby girls. Problem.








Second of all, they are total music elitists. Which I loathe.








If you know me, I know you are shaking your head because I love new and indie music. One of my pet peeves is when someone makes someone else feel bad because they didn't know so and so had an album with another band in 1987 and you are an idiot for not knowing this. I find this happening quite a bit with these boys.

I had a director I work with tell me I would never be happy with a hipster; because they were all boys and not men. Dear Hipster Guys of Los Angeles, please don't let this be true. And for now I'll just love you from afar.









Xo

- posted from montanagirlie's itelephono

Location:Santa Monica Blvd,Los Angeles,United States