Let's talk about boys.

In My Humble Opinion
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Oh dear. Does this thread sound prepubescent enough for you? I kind of feel like one, writing this. And quite shallow. But I’ve had to be so serious for so long, it is okay for me to write this. This is the thing. I like boys. A lot.

And I would rather not like boys. By boys I mean males, guys, dudes, men, in their 20s and up. You know. Boys.

That’s not to say that I’d rather like girls; actually, I’d rather not like anyone. Be asexual. Like some plants are. But I’m not. I like boys.

I don’t want to like them. They are nothing but trouble. Not to say that girls aren’t trouble. I am a girl, and I know that we are trouble. But that doesn’t apply to me, here. I’m not talking about being attracted to girls. I like boys.

I’m in the middle of relationship hell at the moment, trying to figure out what exactly to do with an almost nine-year-long commitment, whether to keep fighting and fighting and fighting it out for the long haul, or finally to let it go and try to find some peace.

But see, there won’t be peace. Not for long. Not with me liking boys the way I do. They catch my eye everywhere I go.

And although I have my own dark-haired, dark-eyed, full-lipped, intellectual ‘type’ set in my mind, the type that I think lots of evil-wicked-sweet-and-nasty thoughts about, when I am out meandering around here in my world, where men like that are rare, all kinds of types catch my eye.

Preppy types with their tidy hair; sensitive-looking artsy types, with their untidy hair; Southern cowboy types with their stiff western jeans and down-home accents; the occasional Northern east coast boys with their sweet street accents; the out-of-town built for days straight boys dancing in the gay bars; mischievous-looking college boys with a twinkle in their eyes; musicians, with their talent and style (which I never see anywhere but on television); and on and on.

I like 'em. I don’t do anything about it, but look and think, but I like 'em.

Anyone else got this problem?

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Its called being postpubescent. It can be draining but hey! as a woman you can look forward to menopause and the drop in sex drive. I am condemned (oh the horrible punishment) to oggle pretty men until the day I keel over.

And btw, if monogamy was based on attraction, the divorce rate in this country would be up near 100%. Standing policy should be “look, drool, but don’t touch”.

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/raises a hand

Men can be so adorable, what’s not to like?

You got me with the Southern Cowboy type…where do I get one? (Ironically, Houston has a shortage!)

~J

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I agree. Asexuality would be the way to go.

Buuut…damn, I love guys. I have a serious weakness for pretty types - think Travis Fimmell from the Calvin Klein ads.

Music talent also gets me going like nothing should, especially piano players. I’m lucky enough to have found a piano-playing man with green eyes. Yum.

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Question…may be off topic

How do you girls oogle and get away with it. I slip into super secret stealth sneak a peak mode and I still seem to get caught.

Are we guys really that oblivious?

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Sorry, I’m taken. Probably not particularly boy-like, either, given the gray hair and all, but feel free to ogle away, though.

tastycorn: maybe she gets away with it because of her location? :dubious:

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:eek: Goodness, I hope not. And judging by my grandmother (the wench :slight_smile: ) I don’t think so.

bwk, you should read Cynthia Heimel’s “Sex Tips for Girls”. (Not “advanced Sex Tips fpr Girls” which was a mistake designed tocapitalize on her earlier sucess, but the original.) Not only does it contain all useful earthy wisdom, is has a whole thing on Boy Craziness.

And she also likes cowboys.

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If you’re already looking and drooling, you can touch, pinch, grab, and fondle me. I don’t mind. :slight_smile:

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bwk, relationship hell is a horrible place to be, and I sympathize.

But thanks for liking males anyway. Most of the women I’ve dated didn’t much care for men. I always wish I could meet more male-positive women.

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Ah, tell me about it…I love boys so much that I have all but completely foregone the company of my own sex in favor of theirs.

Not only do I love to look at them, I love to talk to them, listen to them, joke with them, fight with them, watch TV with them and play video games with them–basically spend every waking hour of my life with them. They are fascinating creatures, that simultaneously perplex me and make perfect sense. They are responsible for at least 95% of the good feelings I have ever had in my life–I managed to catch one about three years ago that accounts for nearly half that percentage. :slight_smile:

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The same is certainly true for men. I’m totally girl crazy. The single most important factor in all of my failed relationships, I think.

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mmmmmm I’m sweet on the Texan accents, so cowboys are way attractive to me. I fall for guys if they have a cute look on their face when they talk to you, smile, joke… and of course kissing and cuddling with them are great too. Ahhh guys, what would we do without them ? Of course, I went through a bitter stage about them not too long ago, lol…

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I look, drool, think about it, look, listen and drool some more.

Mm, boys.

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Thank you cuauhtemoc. I accept sympathy with a great deal of gratitude. And I have been bitter about men. I try to stay bitter about men, but it just doesn’t work, deep inside. I like dudes a lot.

One of the guys I was oogling just last night had the longest, blackest hair, with lots of gray running through it. Yum. He was a doll. So gray don’t turn me away. :smiley:

Frank #2, you sound like a fun dude. It seems weird, I’ve always heard that men liked women with a little bit of a raunchy side, but it seems my openly sexual remarks and thoughts seem to offend sometimes. Or there is this one person who doesn’t seem to get what I’m saying. I don’t mean I say things at work or anything, I mean when I say it in the proper context.

A bit of a hijack, but it has to do with oblivious-ness… one time I was out at dinner with this one dude (a long-term relationship), and I was having tiramisu for dessert, which, when properly made and chilled, is almost better than some boys. At any rate, the piece I had was really good. And I was feeling a bit on the naughty side. So, after a bite of it, I gave him a wicked grin and said, “Um, I love this stuff. I love to squeeze the ladyfingers against the roof of my mouth with my tongue and suck until all of the expresso comes out.”

And he said, “Uh-huh.”

Oblivious.

tastycorn, unfortunately some men are just that. Oblivious. But it seems most don’t think that women are into checking guys out.

I’ll look for the sex tips for girls book, although I think I’m already past the amateur leagues :stuck_out_tongue: I would like to read about someone else’s dude-obsession.

If you’re looking for cowboy types, I suggest hauling your butt over to the agriculture department of your local land-grant university, pronto. I attended classes full of these guys. Of course, they weren’t interested in a freaky chick like me (I was wearing Guess and lace instead of Wranglers and shitkickers), but I looked at 'em anyway.

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Oh really? :dubious: Anything else you like to squeeze and suck and…sorry, got carried away. This is a family website, after all. I can’t believe a guy would miss that kind of inneundo.

I think most guys like a wild and slightly raunchy woman but are shocked when she is like that openly. They want what they can’t get and then when they get it they don’t want it. Know what I mean?

Thanks for the compliment. I’ve also been called weird, abnormal, and different, but fun dude works too.

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Men…I like men.

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First…yes, you are.

Secondly, it’s all about tim…

No wait, I can’t tell you. We girls can keep a secret. If we told you how to look without getting caught, how would we catch you? :dubious:

~J

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C’mon. I don’t care about Tim, I just want a hint. I promise I won’t tell anyone.