Boys, Boys, Boys

We like boys in cars. (Boys, Boys, Boys) Buy us drinks in bars.
Boys, Boys, Boys. We love them.

So, if you've kept up at all in the back log of this blog, you are well aware of my affinity for attention. We are all well aware of my need. Some people are addicted to drugs and alcohol. Me? I crave your undivided awareness. It's a pretty serious personality trait, I'm finding. I've used to to describe myself in the "getting to know you" conversation with several of the new boys...men... I'm friends with these days.

These friends are all exceptionally wonderful breeds of man. Like, God was showing out when He created them. Dead ass. Amazing guys, each in their own right; and all so explicitly different. The dancer. The athlete. The dancer. The athlete.... Well, I guess they aren't so different after all. Anyway.

I find that I'm most drawn to the two of them that I wouldn't normally want. To know on a more personal level, that is. That they are both great guys pales in comparison to the fact that they lavish me in attention and compliments. Feeding me flattery and niceties until I don't know what to do with myself. I'm floored by the magnetism of their discourse. Their desire, so blatantly obvious in the banter and body language, reflects upon my own. Do I like him? Sure. But I like that he likes me, more.

I'm attracted to his attraction. Does that make me a bad person? Maybe. But it also gives him a chance for me to get to know him. Instead of just bypassing him all together. I've spent some quality time with them - more one than the other - and while I don't know much about his life; I do know that I like him as a person and I respect him as an artist/entrepreneur. I like him enough to want to defend him against those that would slander his name or attempt to mar his character. I guess you could say he's growing on me. He makes me want to dream big. And gives me confidence to reach for all that I want in life.

"If I tell you I love you, can I keep you forever?" No.
"If you still lived here, would we be dating by now?" Nope. Sorry
"Do you see us together in the future?" ...Um. No.
"Why are you shy around me?" I'm not. Just apathetic towards your existence.

^ - Best solution to these questions, boys, lavish me with your attention. Not that any of you read this. But if you did and you asked me those questions here's my answer. The best way into my pants  is through flattery. What's the best way into my heart? Ask my Daddy, because I surely don't know. He's the only man that has my heart. Though my nephews are all making quite a pull for it. And there's 6 of them. Hope you figure it out soon, or there just won't be enough room for ya mate.

The rest is still UNwritten.