I've recently realized I've got a major issue: I am attracted to two types of men - those who will hurt me (emotionally), and those who would never be interested in me (read: gay, married, out-of-the-country).
I was recently on a press junket and one of my U.S. colleagues was SO ADORABLE, he looked like the guy who plays Daniel Meade from Ugly Betty. The catch? He's gay. So gay he matched his striped sweater to his striped socks. Even the other co-gay had to mock a little.
In addition to that is my constant attraction to the male species named Michael. I kid you not, I'm looking at going on my ninth Michael.
I met him randomly at a party a few weeks ago. It was a drunken mistake to give out my number, but who knows - maybe he'll be THE Michael.
There haven't been any married men to swoon over lately, although I have in the past. I'm not the kind of girl to act on those crushes, but I could easily identify it was their emotional (and physical) unavailability that made them THAT MUCH MORE attractive than the usual Jo Shlomo on the block.
As for those who are sure to hurt me at the end of the day.
No idea what that's about.
It's all in line with the unavailability.
Well, here's to Michael 2008. May he look like Daniel Meade without the wine goggles I was sporting, and may he treat me like the gold I'm supposed to think I am.
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dwe always want what we can't have and we don't get it until it's gone
it's a rule meant to torture us for all time and it blows
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