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06 April 2006
Why are boys so lovable? (Yeah, it's a posty morning.)
I dunno. But not for gaspode's reason, because they are lovable just walking down the street: cute thin ones, broody big ones with big eyebrows, pretentious ones with eyeliner & fashion-victim outfits . . . WHY? Why must I love you all?
Well, not just cute, though. Because you get to know them and then they are all so simple and naive and trusting. Even when they pretned like they aren't. And then they do something all dumb and it's like when the puppy pees on the rug: you're annoyed, but still . . . *sigh*
yeah I didn't really mean that, it was just a good opportunity to use an in-joke. But yeah, boys are lovable... because if they weren't, the species would have died out long ago? It's an adaptive trait you know... heh.
sidebar: At bridge last night, a married couple asked me if my (very very gay) bridge partner and I were married. Apparently they could "just tell" because of our body language. Hrmmm.
As to your question dame, I am glad to hear that we are easily forgiven. Many of my experiences suggest otherwise, and I don't think I'm one to pee on the rug that often. Some ladies sure seem to be able to hold grudges.
I like to think it's cos you like having someone around to make you feel small, or one who can reach the top shelf in the kitchen, but that could be skewed by my height.
Because they smell clean? Tell me where to find such good smelling guys...because few of the one's I've known (and I've known men *wink, wink) smell like soap for long.
I think it's all the above including the troubles cause, without warning, right after ya put on quiet music to make dinner (again)to, you turn around and there he is, taking you in his arms and dancing with you romantically and fully and, suddenly, the world fades and you now you have been completely beguiled by all the good and the bad no longer matters; he's there and it is warm and safe, and you feel needed, and dinner can wait.
I think it's all the above including the troubles cause, without warning, right after ya put on quiet music to ...make love to- there he is, unexpectedly, on that fucking computer again.
dame, I am sure you don't wanna waste the company of a boy for jar-opening duty. Although an already taken boy is good for little else I suppose...no offense hellb.
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