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I'm a little bored so I'm gonna get with the chatting about random stuff. Mainly coz I don't know anyone, friends in RL, wise that reads this and I can ramble without worrying that I'll say something stupid to offend them. So....Here goes.
Guys. Something every girl will admit to thinking about a lot. At least every single straight or bi girl and even some taken girls. We probably think about guys in one form or another as much as guys think about sex. So, a lot. To some girls, guys are a mystery. Not so for me. I've always been a tomboy, not so much now but when I was young, I totally was. My major friends were always male except for one, Anna. So, I guess guys make more sense to me. I can't explain it; girls confuse the hell out of me sometimes. They bitch like fuck, change their minds every 10 seconds and spend most of their time wishing they looked like a starved stick insect with fucking insane dress sense. Guys are simple, they know what they like and they stick to it, they'll tell you to your face if they hate you or something you've done even if they're scared shitless of you and yeah, they complain about how they look, unless their cocky sods but they're waaaaaaaaay less obsessive.
But I'm getting on a tangent here. It's an old argument between me and some friends. What I wanted to say is this. I don't understand how different people decide who's hot or not. I mean some people that others drool over, I stand there thinking, "Has everyone gone insane and no one told me?"
I don't have a preconceived notion of hotness. Yeah, there are things I like, but I have a sneaking suspicion I'm not normal. In this case anyway, I'm not normal in any other case for definite. See, I have weird...things. I guess you'd call them fetishes or kinks but they're not. I just like certain things about guys that I can't explain, that other people look at me and think Huh?
See, I don't go for the normal things. Sure, I like a guy with a nice arse and nice eyes. But I have a real thing for more random body parts. Like hip bones. Get me looking at a nice hipbone and I melt, complete non-coherency. And hands, but not just any hands, I like large hands with long fingers and short nails, especially hands with veins on the back when they're clenched into a fist. And I like the hands to be on the end of bony wrists, just...wrists with a bit of ganglyness about them.
That's another thing; I have this saying, gangly in a good way. None of my friends get it. I like a guy to be tall, not too tall, coz I'm tiny but tall. And slender if not skinny with a bit of that not quite used to his body awkwardness, ganglyness. It's hard to make people understand what I mean.
I have an obvious thing for throats and necks as well, heh, lickable. :D
I like hair that's a little long, something to get my fingers into, I like to play with hair, my own included. And I like quirks, flaws. Something that sets a guy apart from others. I guess I've probably rambled on enough and no one's even reading this any more but I'm gonna continue anyway.
I like a guy who gets me, who can hear about the things I've done without freaking. A guy who likes the things I like, not all of them but enough. A guy that understands my obsession with motorbikes, that can tell a good engine from a bad one, who agrees that you can't beat a Harley or a Triumph for decency. A guy who can tell me the make if not the model of a bike by sound alone. A guy that likes cars, classics mind, not BMWs. American muscle cars, a guy who can tell me the make and year of a muscle car just by looking. A guy who knows how a car works, who can understand my need to spend hours under the hood, just tweaking. I want a guy who will listen to country music with me, who likes classic punk and rock, who can stand most music under the sun. A guy who hates dance, trance, club and house music with everything he is. A guy who like fire and doesn't mind me having pyromaniacal tendencies. A guy who doesn't mind that I have gay male friends. Who doesn't care about the time I spend on the 'net reading slash. About the time I spend writing it. A guy who can deal with the clothes I wear and the little habits I have. A guy that doesn't expect me to be normal or sane. A guy who won't care if I sleep with a knife by the bed, just in case, because I can't kick the habit.
Hell, I know it's asking for too much but a girl can dream and I certainly do.
Signing off.
Peace. Out.
Bee.
Guys. Something every girl will admit to thinking about a lot. At least every single straight or bi girl and even some taken girls. We probably think about guys in one form or another as much as guys think about sex. So, a lot. To some girls, guys are a mystery. Not so for me. I've always been a tomboy, not so much now but when I was young, I totally was. My major friends were always male except for one, Anna. So, I guess guys make more sense to me. I can't explain it; girls confuse the hell out of me sometimes. They bitch like fuck, change their minds every 10 seconds and spend most of their time wishing they looked like a starved stick insect with fucking insane dress sense. Guys are simple, they know what they like and they stick to it, they'll tell you to your face if they hate you or something you've done even if they're scared shitless of you and yeah, they complain about how they look, unless their cocky sods but they're waaaaaaaaay less obsessive.
But I'm getting on a tangent here. It's an old argument between me and some friends. What I wanted to say is this. I don't understand how different people decide who's hot or not. I mean some people that others drool over, I stand there thinking, "Has everyone gone insane and no one told me?"
I don't have a preconceived notion of hotness. Yeah, there are things I like, but I have a sneaking suspicion I'm not normal. In this case anyway, I'm not normal in any other case for definite. See, I have weird...things. I guess you'd call them fetishes or kinks but they're not. I just like certain things about guys that I can't explain, that other people look at me and think Huh?
See, I don't go for the normal things. Sure, I like a guy with a nice arse and nice eyes. But I have a real thing for more random body parts. Like hip bones. Get me looking at a nice hipbone and I melt, complete non-coherency. And hands, but not just any hands, I like large hands with long fingers and short nails, especially hands with veins on the back when they're clenched into a fist. And I like the hands to be on the end of bony wrists, just...wrists with a bit of ganglyness about them.
That's another thing; I have this saying, gangly in a good way. None of my friends get it. I like a guy to be tall, not too tall, coz I'm tiny but tall. And slender if not skinny with a bit of that not quite used to his body awkwardness, ganglyness. It's hard to make people understand what I mean.
I have an obvious thing for throats and necks as well, heh, lickable. :D
I like hair that's a little long, something to get my fingers into, I like to play with hair, my own included. And I like quirks, flaws. Something that sets a guy apart from others. I guess I've probably rambled on enough and no one's even reading this any more but I'm gonna continue anyway.
I like a guy who gets me, who can hear about the things I've done without freaking. A guy who likes the things I like, not all of them but enough. A guy that understands my obsession with motorbikes, that can tell a good engine from a bad one, who agrees that you can't beat a Harley or a Triumph for decency. A guy who can tell me the make if not the model of a bike by sound alone. A guy that likes cars, classics mind, not BMWs. American muscle cars, a guy who can tell me the make and year of a muscle car just by looking. A guy who knows how a car works, who can understand my need to spend hours under the hood, just tweaking. I want a guy who will listen to country music with me, who likes classic punk and rock, who can stand most music under the sun. A guy who hates dance, trance, club and house music with everything he is. A guy who like fire and doesn't mind me having pyromaniacal tendencies. A guy who doesn't mind that I have gay male friends. Who doesn't care about the time I spend on the 'net reading slash. About the time I spend writing it. A guy who can deal with the clothes I wear and the little habits I have. A guy that doesn't expect me to be normal or sane. A guy who won't care if I sleep with a knife by the bed, just in case, because I can't kick the habit.
Hell, I know it's asking for too much but a girl can dream and I certainly do.
Signing off.
Peace. Out.
Bee.