Thinking in Delerium
I think it interesting that not only do I have a different personality from all my friends, but I also have different taste in men as well. I have things in common with all of my friends, so presumably we might sort of agree on loose parameters for men and man flesh, but that is simply not the case. We can agree on hottie von hots-a-lot movie stars, but in real life, none of us wants the same guy. Which is a blessing, since it eliminates the possibility of a fight over a guy and the consequent loss of the friendship, but it is something I muse upon before I go to sleep.