Re: What women want...
For the record, the previous post was a joke. It was Snape's birthday! I'm sorry to report that I will not be turning into JK Rowling's sarky potions master any time soon. (And my LJ will shortly be returning to it's normal state. The green gives me a headache.)
The actual resolution of Sam's and my "quest" was that "edge" can mean a great many different things to different women. For one, it does mean "boys with a bit of bad", for another, it means "boy that's so manly, he can pull off pigtails".
Edge is like the "X Factor". It's something inherently variable that people know when they see it. It's chemistry. It's girls wanting something "a bit special". And heck, we all deserve something a bit special.
As for myself, I've decided to become a world-reknown, best-selling author, because, in my mind, that's pretty edgy. *nods*
But come on! The Snape thing was more fun! *grins*
(The Dominic thing actually happened, the childhood trauma revolving around someone kicking baseballs at his head. To which all the girls went "awwww" and all the boys went, "how do you kick a baseball accurately?" and "hang on a second, we don't have baseballs in the UK!" but I got blamed for not taking him seriously.)
Anyway, I apologise to anyone who took me at my word and was worried. Thank you for all the kind thoughts on attraction and niceness.
I had a very good day today. I've resolved to regain my cheeriness. There are two ways of existing in retail. Let the bad customers get you down so you sink into your shell, or grin at all the customers (and stick your tongue out at the back of the bad ones as they leave). I've been able to do the latter for the past few days (without getting caught, too!).
Plus I get to grin at all the cute girls and have them grin back (while edging slowwwwly away!).
Is anybody else hearing this strange echo?
*laughs*
The actual resolution of Sam's and my "quest" was that "edge" can mean a great many different things to different women. For one, it does mean "boys with a bit of bad", for another, it means "boy that's so manly, he can pull off pigtails".
Edge is like the "X Factor". It's something inherently variable that people know when they see it. It's chemistry. It's girls wanting something "a bit special". And heck, we all deserve something a bit special.
As for myself, I've decided to become a world-reknown, best-selling author, because, in my mind, that's pretty edgy. *nods*
But come on! The Snape thing was more fun! *grins*
(The Dominic thing actually happened, the childhood trauma revolving around someone kicking baseballs at his head. To which all the girls went "awwww" and all the boys went, "how do you kick a baseball accurately?" and "hang on a second, we don't have baseballs in the UK!" but I got blamed for not taking him seriously.)
Anyway, I apologise to anyone who took me at my word and was worried. Thank you for all the kind thoughts on attraction and niceness.
I had a very good day today. I've resolved to regain my cheeriness. There are two ways of existing in retail. Let the bad customers get you down so you sink into your shell, or grin at all the customers (and stick your tongue out at the back of the bad ones as they leave). I've been able to do the latter for the past few days (without getting caught, too!).
Plus I get to grin at all the cute girls and have them grin back (while edging slowwwwly away!).
Is anybody else hearing this strange echo?
*laughs*