about a boy (about boys)
i'm boy crazy.
i worship my baby nephew, i love my boy cousins, i adore my boy friends (friends who are boys), i'm still friends with my old boys (relationship boys) and i love getting to know new boys.
i like boys.
most times in PG ways, cause they're easy to be with, they have fewer hangups, and they're easy to read (when they're just your friends. boyfriends are another matter).
they can hang out with you and just take it easy or have fun with you on nights out about town. they comfort you when you're all sad and depressed. give you not-so-sage advice and brutal frankness and gentle words depending on your problem needs. they punch you in the arm in one-of-the-guys moments, and pretend to leer at you when you try to dress to impress, then tell you to change if they think that your clothes are too much for the place you're going to. they'll dance with you to protect you from the desperate overly-eager guys, they'll gently but firmly pry your drink from your close to drunk fingers.
they pick you up when you're stranded, they ditch their dates to stay with you, they visit you out of the blue and kidnap you and talk and stay quiet for hours on end. they hate your boyfriends old for making you cry even for a moment, for any -even imagined- offense they committed. they hate your boyfriends new for being the new guy in your life, for taking you away.
then there are the not-so-PG ways, the curl your toes (and if kuya aman and francis have their way, your fingers), leg popping, giddy, floating ways.
the mysterious guys have their place, them with their angst and their complaint rock and their moments of one-ness and solitude and their passion about things, about life, about you. the friendly approach also works, with the hanging out as a prelude to dating style, the easy conversation, the just-having-fun times. there's the chicker move, which makes your head spin as you try to figure out what his next move will be, and if that next move will be with you.
but, by far, and i have known many disasters, for me, the perfect guys are a mix of different styles. quiet and rowdy all at the right moments, comforting and exciting, simple and complicated, aggressive with a touch of torpe, or torpe with slight moments of aggressive. guys who take it easy and in the process help you take it easy.
they don't have to be too gwapo (but nice bonus, but too gwapo is also too pretty for me, so no go) or too tall (though, again, it's nice to be able to wear heels) or too smart (they think they know everything) or too rich (again, however, as in the previous post, AT LEAST OFFER to pay). clean and presentable (read: no major disfigurements, fresh clothes as much as possible, nice shoes) will more than do, and a witty remark here and there to show signs of brain activity is much appreciated.
also, they have to smell nice. i'm sorry. but they do.
you like being with them during long drives to obscure places and short drives you wish were long drives, you like being able to eat a lot and have them like it, you like how they don't care that you aren't tall and thin and fashionable and all, you like how they like you for being simple and yes, happy.
and maybe every now and then even the perfect guys don't work out due to disruptions in the cosmic thing, but you know, you KNOW, that those moments with those perfect guys are the moments you'd like to have again.
i worship my baby nephew, i love my boy cousins, i adore my boy friends (friends who are boys), i'm still friends with my old boys (relationship boys) and i love getting to know new boys.
i like boys.
most times in PG ways, cause they're easy to be with, they have fewer hangups, and they're easy to read (when they're just your friends. boyfriends are another matter).
they can hang out with you and just take it easy or have fun with you on nights out about town. they comfort you when you're all sad and depressed. give you not-so-sage advice and brutal frankness and gentle words depending on your problem needs. they punch you in the arm in one-of-the-guys moments, and pretend to leer at you when you try to dress to impress, then tell you to change if they think that your clothes are too much for the place you're going to. they'll dance with you to protect you from the desperate overly-eager guys, they'll gently but firmly pry your drink from your close to drunk fingers.
they pick you up when you're stranded, they ditch their dates to stay with you, they visit you out of the blue and kidnap you and talk and stay quiet for hours on end. they hate your boyfriends old for making you cry even for a moment, for any -even imagined- offense they committed. they hate your boyfriends new for being the new guy in your life, for taking you away.
then there are the not-so-PG ways, the curl your toes (and if kuya aman and francis have their way, your fingers), leg popping, giddy, floating ways.
the mysterious guys have their place, them with their angst and their complaint rock and their moments of one-ness and solitude and their passion about things, about life, about you. the friendly approach also works, with the hanging out as a prelude to dating style, the easy conversation, the just-having-fun times. there's the chicker move, which makes your head spin as you try to figure out what his next move will be, and if that next move will be with you.
but, by far, and i have known many disasters, for me, the perfect guys are a mix of different styles. quiet and rowdy all at the right moments, comforting and exciting, simple and complicated, aggressive with a touch of torpe, or torpe with slight moments of aggressive. guys who take it easy and in the process help you take it easy.
they don't have to be too gwapo (but nice bonus, but too gwapo is also too pretty for me, so no go) or too tall (though, again, it's nice to be able to wear heels) or too smart (they think they know everything) or too rich (again, however, as in the previous post, AT LEAST OFFER to pay). clean and presentable (read: no major disfigurements, fresh clothes as much as possible, nice shoes) will more than do, and a witty remark here and there to show signs of brain activity is much appreciated.
also, they have to smell nice. i'm sorry. but they do.
you like being with them during long drives to obscure places and short drives you wish were long drives, you like being able to eat a lot and have them like it, you like how they don't care that you aren't tall and thin and fashionable and all, you like how they like you for being simple and yes, happy.
and maybe every now and then even the perfect guys don't work out due to disruptions in the cosmic thing, but you know, you KNOW, that those moments with those perfect guys are the moments you'd like to have again.
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