Here I go AGAIN
Question: Will I ever learn my lesson and just stop thinking about possibly dating a decent guy?
Answer: No, I will never learn that lesson because it is in my nature to keep hoping against all hope that somewhere, some guy is going to treat me like I deserve.
After my last rant, I feel compelled to say - I am about to contradict myself completely. This is not being hypocritial. I can say that because, although its true the vast majority of guys are douchebags... aka: BHB... there are still the random few out there who are decent enough to talk to.
I know what you must be thinking: This girl is seriously bi-polar. One day she is talking about how evil guys are, and in the next post she is writing about how wonderful guys can be. Well, granted that I may not be the best person to talk to about certain aspects of guys' characters (aka: their lying, manipulative, devious side) because I have had too many bad experiences with them, I have had some (not all, but enough) faith restored in the decency of guys to stay heterosexual.
Maybe because I am so effing picky about guys, I have a hard time finding ones who measure up. I end up settling for someone I find quasi-hot and totally miss out on the fact that there are some genuine keepers out there.
The latest fellow to catch my attention is... hm... what is a good code name? For lack of creativity and due to extreme exhaustion from not sleeping more than eight hours in the last two nights combined... I'll call him Babe. Not like the pig, but like the slang from the eighties for a really attractive guy.
Babe is just about as close to meeting all my specifities as I have ever come before. He embodies every dichotomy I have ever found attractive... and though there are some aspects I find to be not so attractive (how blatantly guy-esque he behaves... scratching, adjusting, toilet talk....etc)... the good seems to at least balance out the bad. For example... I find him amazingly sexy. He is about 6' 2", green eyes, about 185, kinda muscular, but a little on the pudge side. He has his nipple pierced, a couple ear piercings, and has a couple tattoos on his arm. The bad boy image. He snowboards, likes cars and comes from what seems to be a humble background. He is dominanting, yet sensual; the bad boy, yet sensitive; masculine, but strangely boyish at times, and just so damn cute! He's the classic troublemaker, but he wants to focus on doing well in school... he parties, but never gets so drunk that he's beligerant, and he is so respectful - but he still knows how to make me feel sexy. He can banter with me, and not make me feel silly. He's about as moderate as I am; about as laid back as they come; and there is just something soooo sexy about him I can't even begin to tell you.
The only problem is about an hour and 15 minutes of distance, and a complete lack of communication when we're not in the same physical space. When we're together I am totally at ease and comfortable, but I feel so uncomfortable and distant when I think about him calling me on the phone... And, true to my former beliefs about guys - I'm sure somehow, this wonderful feeling I have will flip 180 degrees. Something is bound to happen to convince me my previous theory about men was right.
Oh well... more later - time for chapter.
Answer: No, I will never learn that lesson because it is in my nature to keep hoping against all hope that somewhere, some guy is going to treat me like I deserve.
After my last rant, I feel compelled to say - I am about to contradict myself completely. This is not being hypocritial. I can say that because, although its true the vast majority of guys are douchebags... aka: BHB... there are still the random few out there who are decent enough to talk to.
I know what you must be thinking: This girl is seriously bi-polar. One day she is talking about how evil guys are, and in the next post she is writing about how wonderful guys can be. Well, granted that I may not be the best person to talk to about certain aspects of guys' characters (aka: their lying, manipulative, devious side) because I have had too many bad experiences with them, I have had some (not all, but enough) faith restored in the decency of guys to stay heterosexual.
Maybe because I am so effing picky about guys, I have a hard time finding ones who measure up. I end up settling for someone I find quasi-hot and totally miss out on the fact that there are some genuine keepers out there.
The latest fellow to catch my attention is... hm... what is a good code name? For lack of creativity and due to extreme exhaustion from not sleeping more than eight hours in the last two nights combined... I'll call him Babe. Not like the pig, but like the slang from the eighties for a really attractive guy.
Babe is just about as close to meeting all my specifities as I have ever come before. He embodies every dichotomy I have ever found attractive... and though there are some aspects I find to be not so attractive (how blatantly guy-esque he behaves... scratching, adjusting, toilet talk....etc)... the good seems to at least balance out the bad. For example... I find him amazingly sexy. He is about 6' 2", green eyes, about 185, kinda muscular, but a little on the pudge side. He has his nipple pierced, a couple ear piercings, and has a couple tattoos on his arm. The bad boy image. He snowboards, likes cars and comes from what seems to be a humble background. He is dominanting, yet sensual; the bad boy, yet sensitive; masculine, but strangely boyish at times, and just so damn cute! He's the classic troublemaker, but he wants to focus on doing well in school... he parties, but never gets so drunk that he's beligerant, and he is so respectful - but he still knows how to make me feel sexy. He can banter with me, and not make me feel silly. He's about as moderate as I am; about as laid back as they come; and there is just something soooo sexy about him I can't even begin to tell you.
The only problem is about an hour and 15 minutes of distance, and a complete lack of communication when we're not in the same physical space. When we're together I am totally at ease and comfortable, but I feel so uncomfortable and distant when I think about him calling me on the phone... And, true to my former beliefs about guys - I'm sure somehow, this wonderful feeling I have will flip 180 degrees. Something is bound to happen to convince me my previous theory about men was right.
Oh well... more later - time for chapter.