The Jess Steele Phenomenon

I've been waiting for something for a long while now. I call it "The Jess Steele Phenomenon."

A while back, my cousin and I were looking through my dad's old yearbook and were instantly taken by Jess Steele.

He was alarmingly intriguing. We needed to know everything about him. He wasn't on any teams or a member of any clubs. We speculated that he was probably too cool for high school and was in some college rock band. I mean look at that hair. My dad and her mom went to school with him, but neither of them really knew him. My dad thinks he may have been the older brother of a special needs guy in his grade. This adds immensely to his charm. All it took was this one yearbook photo to convince us we appreciated everything about the real Jess Steele. It was a shame we were a generation late.

I actually had this picture as my phone background for a few years. Creepy? Very. But it reminded me not to settle for anything. I would find my own Jess Steele. 

As much as I'd like it to be a man, my next Jess Steele could be a new passion or book. Last Christmas, it was this box.

My mom got me a necklace I'd liked from a Christmas ad, and it'd come in this most perfect box ever. The color is a little distorted in these pictures, but seriously everything about it is immaculate. I couldn't stop talking about it or let it go. A tiny, sparkly box made my Christmas morning. Side Note: I'm going to remember this anecdote next time I need to produce some evidence to prove my standards and expectations aren't too high.

I'm looking for a little magic. Something that makes me want to scream and jump up and down. I'm hoping for the real deal. The Jess Steele Phenomenon.