From bad to worse...
Yesterday, I did some intense research (translation: watched tv) and discovered the most accurate way to describe something that I've been trying to pin down for a while:
What is my type?
I've gone on at length about how I have this bizarre magnetism for gay boys that (to me, at least) aren't always so obviously gay.
I've also mentioned at least once what kind of self-centered, toxically charismatic dude I end up with when I *do* find a straight one.
So, like I said, I did some research.
I watched How I Met Your Mother.
And for those of you who still are dying to understand just what my type (apparently) is -- which I assume is a VERY small number -- I'll share my realization.
My type?
Either Neil Patrick Harris
Or Barney Stinson.
What is my type?
I've gone on at length about how I have this bizarre magnetism for gay boys that (to me, at least) aren't always so obviously gay.
I've also mentioned at least once what kind of self-centered, toxically charismatic dude I end up with when I *do* find a straight one.
So, like I said, I did some research.
I watched How I Met Your Mother.
And for those of you who still are dying to understand just what my type (apparently) is -- which I assume is a VERY small number -- I'll share my realization.
My type?
Either Neil Patrick Harris
Or Barney Stinson.