They were there when I was a lad – they’d also been “had advantage of” most likely in the “bed” of some other boy’s pickup truck “with cab.” Unless you’re fifteen, you’re not going to find someone fresh and un-stained in the country. More like meth-mouth, raging alcoholism, and a hunger for cash. Not saying that’s all you out there country-ways, just my experience.
They look similar to the guitar playing girl you said was a hipster, though…
I was mistaken, as others pointed out in that topic. I don’t know what you’d call girls like those two.
This is a hipster : http://themodern.yournetwork.tv/wp-content/uploads/2009/09/hipster-chick-300x229.jpg
You join in August 2010, post almost nothing for a year, and then suddenly create four threads in a week all asking questions about hipsters.
Seriously, wtf?
Christ dude. Get a life.
I was about to respond that people in Iowa follow the same fashion trends as others, but then I realized this is the same guy who keeps making threads about young women. I feel really creeped out.
So, no, we don’t look like that. At all. We’re scaly and ugly and are often born with extra fingers.
College girls are college girls, no matter where you are.
She was born in LA…
Just a reminder to keep the comments suited for MPSIMS, please.
So, how you doin…
I don’t understand why girls like that can’t exist in suburbia and urban areas, too? Or do you think all of our souls are jaded and evil?
She’s a Manic Pixie Dream Girl and is only cute and desirable in fiction.
Find? I’m related to some!
Ethereal Weirdo would make a great SDMB handle. Or band name, whichever.
For all you know, she’s thinking about her grocery list, her car payments, the crappy minimum wage job she works at, humming some song that you HATE because it’s [insert genre here] while dreaming over that [insert character you HATE] from that movie, or plotting a murder or a way to take over the world.
Stop trying to assign labels to people based on how they dress and how you think they must be. That girl doesn’t exist anywhere because she’s an entirely made up ideal that you’re obsessing over.
Go out and meet real people and get to know them.
Cite? I have strong anecdotal evidence (if no scientific study) to the contrary.
(Perhaps I shouldn’t be more specific while GovernmentMan is listening.)
These look like they’re staged photos for a fashion blog.
Imagine if I posted four fashion ads in which the ruggedly-handsome-yet-carefully-groomed male models were posed in such a way that they looked like they could offer me an exciting and slightly dangerous night – slightly dangerous but not, like, actually dangerous, like maybe they’d take me riding on their motorcycle without a helmet, but wouldn’t try to kill me on purpose or anything – and I asked you where I could find men like these guys, because aren’t they so dreamy?
I’d probably get laughed at, right? Because these are ads that are trying to sell me something, and men like this don’t really exist. Or they don’t exist in this form 24 hours a day. Like, I’ll go put on a dress and pick flowers sometimes, but then the next day I’ll be in my sweats while I balance my checkbook and clean out the refrigerator.
Those photos are selling an image, not a reality. And Manic Pixie Dream Girls are only cute in the movies.
NH is a pretty rural state, and I knew quite a few girls just like that. (Living in an all girls dorm meant I knew way too many girls, and way too few guys, but I digress). There was an unfortunate overlap between girls who acted like the OP describes, and those who were afflicted with the crazy, though. Most of them were too unstable to be friends with, but I do miss Heather Boots. She’s the one who asked me if seagulls were real.
Maybe the OP is really just looking for California girls. This thread makes me think of the Beach Boys song after all, and this thread title reminds me of the “Midwest farmer’s daughter” of the song.
Or maybe not…
“California girls” ain’t what they used to be, señor. Why don’t we point the OP in a different direction?.. Prince Edwards Island, or some place like that. Some place whimsical, where we can convince him that all the girls pose for pictures…pose for pictures just for him.