What would their dream girl be like?
OBSESSED with this concept. enjoy my love <3
The Pastas Ideal Type of Girl
includes: Toby, Ben, Jeff, Tim, Brian, Jack ♡
Toby took his first steps on eggshells and learned how to flinch before he learned how to talk. His entire childhood was rooted in fear and anger, and as a consequence, he grew into a very hesitant, stumbly adult, craving real love above anything else. That’s why he needs a girl who’s going to take care of him- mother him, if you will. She needs to be patient and kind-hearted. She needs to have his best interests in mind, even when he’s screaming at things that may not be really there and throwing punches at drywall. She needs to be brave, to take him into her arms and hush him back to earth again.
His dream girl is someone with a heart of pure gold. Someone who loves animals, who doesn’t step on spiders and leaves food out for stray dogs. He loves a girl who smiles a lot and can see the good in even the darkest corner. Toby has a lot of love to give, and it’s important he finds someone who can give it back. He needs it, after everything he’s gone through.
In terms of looks, Toby doesn’t care. If you’re tall, short, fat, thin, whatever- he doesn’t have a checkbox for that. He does, however, like imperfections, because he's full of them. Crooked teeth, dark circles, acne- anything that doesn’t fit a societally perfect box, he finds charming.
Ben didn’t know what a real woman looked like until he met the other girls in the mansion, and even then, he had the audacity to be shocked when they didn’t flock to him like he was a local god. He spent the majority of his life playing video games and hanging out in the GTA strip club. If you asked him what he looked for in a girl, he’d probably laugh and make a joke about tits.
But really, deep down, Ben wants a girlfriend who can laugh with him. It’s great being the funny guy, but it’s wasted talent until he can find a girl to use it on. He needs a girl who matches his sense of humour and doesn’t treat him like he’s only there for entertainment. A girl who gets to know the real him, and sees that there’s much more to him than the performance.
Lookwise, Ben is a sucker for the typical gamer girl. Pastels, Hello Kitty merch, tennis skirts, and knee socks are a combination more lethal than dynamite to him. He’s not insecure over his height (who said that?), but he loves when a girl’s a little on the shorter side. Then again, he’s not picky. If you’re a woman and you breathe, you’re a perfect candidate for his future wife.
Jeff’s dream girl needs to have years of experience in the type of field he’s in. He’s a nightmare to get to know, and a disaster at navigating love. It’s not his fault. His vulnerability burned with him that day. He views everything in life as temporary. Relationships are no different.
When you meet Jeff for the first time, he’s an asshole on instinct. His ideal girl would need to combat that. She’d need to have the thickest skin and a tongue sharp enough to match his. Falling in love with Jeff would be the slowest burning candle ever lit, pun unintended, so she'd have to have patience. However, she would also need to be caring, because he doesn’t care one bit for himself. Leave bandages out for him, for example, when he comes home late at night, and his skin is pouring with blood. Throw a granola bar at him when he leaves for the forest. Simple things that let him know you’re not going anywhere.
Jeff is a man, at the end of the day. He doesn’t do relationships; he hates hookup culture- but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t have a type. He likes hot girls. Girls who look like they can hold their own in a fight. Long nails and hoop earrings, high heels and dark lipstick, tiny waists and huge assets. He’s picky.
Like Jeff, Tim refuses to have any romantic relationships. It’s too dangerous, too risky. It would distract him from his job and get him into more trouble than it’s worth. Saying that, he yearns for another life like a leper to the grave. To come home, not to damp walls and screaming, but to a woman- a good, real woman- waiting for him. To take him into her arms and ask about his day. It’s a stupid, pitiful fantasy that he barely even admits to himself, but he knows it’s all he really wants.
He’s a traditional man. He likes the idea of him earning enough for both of you, of him taking good care of you and keeping you safe from all the evils out there. In the same breath, though, he knows he needs someone strong, not innocent. He knows he’s followed by too many ghosts to think any house of his wouldn’t end up haunted. His dream girl would need to see past that. Hold him when he’s lost hours of sleep or had a little too much to drink, and tell him it was all alright now, because she was right there with him.
He loves a girl who takes care of herself. Clean nails, hair taken care of, nice fashion sense. A girl who takes pride in her appearance and loves to cook and bake for him. Likes himself a shorter girl too. Half of it’s personal preference, the other half’s a control thing. No one ever called him a saint.
Unlike Tim, Brian might just allow himself the honor of loving someone else, but she has to find him only through the hands of fate. He’s much too wise to go searching for a girl all on his own- not with the type of life he lives. Brian’s dream girl is someone sweet and soft-spoken, untainted by any of the horrors he’s grown intertwined with. A girl who hides in his shoulder during a horror movie, and rarely swears, even when she’s startled. He has enough darkness in every other aspect of life; forgive him for wanting sunshine in this one.
She would be a sweetheart, beloved by anyone she crossed paths with. She would smile at strangers and spend her weekends like a real person- shopping or painting or hanging out with her friends. She would see him coming and wrap her arms around his neck, looking up at him with eyes that shone like every star in the sky. She’d ask about his day and laugh at his quick wit. She’d make him tea and rub knots out of his shoulders when he tensed too much. She would be patient and observant and remind him that despite it all, he’s still human.
Personality outweighs looks for him, but he loves a girl who looks like a doll. Petite girls with soft hair and long eyelashes and pouty lips. Girls who wear pastel pink sweaters in the winter and white dresses in the summer. Girls who look like they listen to Lana del Rey and wear floral perfume- he loves a girly girl.
Jack’s the outlier, here and in every room he enters. He doesn’t crave human connection the same way the others do. He craves it like a sinner craves the Eucharist, like a hunter craves the deer. It’s not his fault; he was made this way. The least he can do is ask to be loved.
His ideal girl would need to be intelligent. Jack’s mind is sharper than his scalpels, and living with the other pastas doesn’t exactly stimulate that. He needs someone to speak to without straining to be understood. And in the same breath, he struggles with humanity and our ways of living. He doesn’t understand why we cry over movies and dance to music. He doesn’t understand why we hold hands or say goodnight before sleeping. He needs a girl who’s going to walk him through those things. Again, he needs someone to speak to without straining to be understood.
Looks mean nothing to Jack. It’s all about the scent. Women smell, by natural rule, much sweeter than men do. On the right day, it could drive him crazy. His dream girl is someone who smells, above all else, clean. Someone who showers and moisturises and takes pride in her hygiene, but not so much it sickens him. Looks are just semantics.
