dinosaurs are sexy

date a political science major. find us in art galleries, focused eyes pondering over the meaning of the brushstrokes that the artist laid on his canvas. or madly typing away inside a crowded coffee shop, peepers fixated on nothing but our glaring laptop screens, frenzied fingers madly filling up the spaces on a microsoft word document for a paper due three hours later.

we know the value of focus, we know the value of time. we know how to give you our full on attention when needed, to sacrifice our moments to collide with your own. sit across us after we stretch, ask about what we are writing. watch how passionate we become; transitioning from a mess of a crammed up human to an exemplary volcano of organized thoughts and mesmerizing eloquence. watch us talk about that topic we love–be it gender, democracy, human rights, or fashion.

now imagine us when we talk about you. 

date a political science major. see us in the middle of demonstrations, screaming our lungs out in a vain effort of trying to change the world. see us raising those placards up high in the air, fighting for our advocacies like they were our lives. they are our lives. and look and see how much we love it; how we would stand there in the rain just for it. we are advocates, and to advocate is to love.

we fully understand that you cannot be fully ours, as we cannot be fully yours either. we belong to the world, we belong to ourselves. but we would give you little pieces, little bits that you would cherish, little footnotes; citations that you would never miss. you will remember our words, our greek terms that you first learned from us, our questions on love, friendship, belief–the ideal. we make you remember. 

and soon enough, we will make you believe. 

date a political science major. when you ask us the perennial question of “why do you love me?” we will not close off the conversation by answering with “just because” or “do i really need a reason?”. instead, we will give you a ten-page analytical paper, written in the tone of an eloquent love letter, with a thesis statement proven especially for you.

we will write our reasons, state the facts, narrate our affection until our fingers cannot type on our keyboards’ keys anymore.we will remind you everyday that you are worth loving, that when you run out of reasons to love yourself, you can go back to that think piece of ours and reread why you deserve all that l'amour.

and if you still aren’t satisfied, we don’t ace those eleven-thesis statements for nothing.

date a political science major. we know too well that beyond all those power relations, the hegelian concept of overcoming and/or defeating the other does not apply in love. instead, we encounter the other; we will encounter you, awe at you in your full glory, slowly work with the distance of our beings by forming affinities–from acquaintances, to friends, to lovers.

we will not scare you with professions of love in one go; we will draw it out like how we write: a careful elucidation of bonds and ties, coming to a flabbergasting conclusion of headturning romance. we will never boyfriend/girlfriend zone you. we know all the bull that comes with that. we’ve encountered so many feminist writers who destroyed that notion long, long ago.

date a political science major. we are constantly searching for answers. if you are on the search for your soul, we will gladly help you with that. we will never stop searching, eternally on a timeless search for everything and nothing. we explore. we observe. we experience. and trust us, we would love to experience you.

our dates would go as empirical evidence, each snapshot recorded in the manic corners of our minds. our memory is a scrapbook of your smiles, the way you bite your lips, the way your lashes flutter as you laugh at our inside jokes. each moment will then be immortalized on paper; in song, in poetry, or in one of our thesis proposals. because seriously, we can and we will write about anything we love.

and believe us, we could totally write about you. 

date a political science major. some of us are set for world domination. and it’s more fun to rule with a partner. 

but in all seriousness, date a political science major. we are those who are in love with the world, or who are so disillusioned with it but would still hold on because they find hope in the disarray. we will not care if you are damaged; we will kiss your scars and hold you as you heal–not a fix, we know that that is too violent; and healing takes time. and we? we know how to appreciate time. because we have been taught to know when to sit down and think.

and here’s an invitation for you to go into our little worlds. our little thinkspaces. now imagine how many pictures of you are framed in that little corner.