Much To My Delight

Much To My Delight

People I really like


I like all kinds of people, really, but some — like cream– simply rise to the top. These are the types of people I like the very most.


People who understand and apply the phrase “to make a long story short”.

People who don’t have a hard time saying, “You know what? You’re right.” or “I see your point.”

People who enjoy eating and talking about carbs. And coffee. And tacos! Food in general really.

People who ask questions.

People who play fair and share their toys.

People who use the phrase “Pimpin’ ain’t easy” indiscriminately, for example: “I need to head across town to get some corncobs for dinner. Hey, pimpin’ ain’t easy.”

People who use their whole face and a good portion of their body to tell a story.

People whose natural instinct is to treat others with kindness and respect.

People with a signature style, like only and always wearing Hawaiian shirts or the color blue.

People who are quick to give up their seat on the train for the elderly, disabled or pregnant.

People who laugh and smile and don’t take themselves too seriously.

People who aren’t afraid to make mistakes, and acknowledge when they’re wrong.

Anyone over 80.

Anyone under 5.

People who don’t give a fuuuuuuuuuuck.

People who call me miss instead of ma’am. I like them extra when they call me “young lady”.

People who already own or are in the market for a scotty-dog sweater.

People who listen before speaking. People who think before reacting. People who don’t interrupt.

People with unique hobbies like carving soap or collecting old milk bottles (train surfers need not apply).

People with accents indicative of their native region. Any kind will do, but I’ll always prefer British, Australian, Venezuelan, Bronx-born Puerto Rican and East or South African. I have a client from Somalia and every time she speaks it’s like listening to a book on tape I never want to end.

People who put antlers on the roof of their car at Christmastime.




Jenn P.

30-something psychotherapist. Loves cooking, hosting parties, exploring new places. Texan by birth. New Yorker by choice. Likes to tell little stories. Pull up a chair; I'll tell you one.

  • Miriam
    Call me ‘miss’, and I will like you forever. Such a small gesture, but it brightens up one’s day considerably!
    I love your list, and agree with pretty much all of them. Some people really are special.
    • Jenn from much to my delight
      Interacting with great people is such a wonderful feeling. I cried when my grocery cashier found another job, because seeing her every few days was so pleasant.
  • Allison Arnone
    OK I was with you til the antlers on the car thing! lol
    • Jenn from much to my delight
      I can see how that one might be divisive:). It makes me think of Clark Griswold, and anyone who has that much spirit about anything is a-ok in my book.
      • Allison Arnone
        fair enough! :)
  • Erica
    I would go so far as to say I love anyone that calls me “miss” or “young lady.” I try to send mental signals to the grocery store cashier willing them to call me “miss.”
    • Jenn from much to my delight
      Right? You’re like instantly loved by every woman if you call them Miss. Why don’t they just do it for everyone, and then there will be so much love all around us?