bC.

I am into a very specific brand of boy. Or man, as they would probably like to be called now that they are over the age of 20. But ya know what? I don't really think they're men yet. In fact, I don't think boyhood really ever leaves them. Even my father still has his moments. It's endearing, really.

Back to my point. If I actually have one.

I am attracted to certain qualities. Physical, at least. Taller than me is a given, since I barely reach 2 inches above 5 feet, and that's on a good day. Besides, I think a lot of girls would like their boys taller than them.

I am into gangly. Weird, huh? I like 'em pretty small, and I love seeing that little bone on the back of their necks. A little muscle is okay, and I do mean a LITTLE. Too much is a big turn off.

I like boys who have a bit of a dorky quality to them. Such a turn on.

And of course, intelligence. And no drugs allowed.

I'm not really sure why I'm writing this. I guess it's because, for the first time since Tom and I broke up (over 2 years ago), I think I'm boy-crazy again. Seriously, I feel like a little teenager!

The worst part? I'm not a teenager anymore. No longer are the days of girlfriends and boyfriends changing by the week. No, people my age are engaged, or even married. That brings a whole new level of complication to dating. Guys who are married are a little easier to pick out- just look at the left hand. But engaged or in a very serious relationship? Unless they come out and say it, it's almost impossible to know.

And besides all that, this is my methods semester. I don't have the time to even be on this blog ( I should be reading) let alone to start a relationship. I've just really been craving a relationship right now, I guess.

This sucks.