Les Affaires de Coeur: October 2008 Archives

Catch a falling star; you'll go far, in the pageant of the bizarre. - Zero Seven

Okay, this is weird. Apparently coffee made from beans grown where the boy in question was born turns exactly the colour of his skin when milk is added to it.

That little tidbit notwithstanding, I think I'm deciding to cut bait on that crush.

Before this latest iteration of singlehood, I'd been in a relationship so long that I really could have had no idea what I'd be like as a single girl these days. Turns out, I'm different than I was before.

And a bit the same.

Different =

a) The crushes come fast and dissolve fast, like shooting stars.

b) I am an incorrigible, horrendous, devilish, hellbent flirt.

c) I make a lot of lewd jokes.

d) I go to bed with boys sooner and enjoy it more.

e) I am more selective about whom I play with.

f) I dream up highly detailed and -er- creative scenarios involving people I know. My head used to be a lot more boring.

g) As previously mentioned both in bloglife and real life, I have the sex drive of a teenage boy. Lacking (for the most part) any teenage (or other) boys to play with, I end up spending a lot of money here.

The Same =

1) I have a dreadful inability to avoid emotional entanglement, even when I can see disaster ahead.

2) I can't for the life of me hide my attraction to someone.

3) I blush, visibly and ridiculously.

4) I have terrible aim; I am constantly setting my sights on people who either don't return the interest/affection or who are enigmatic to the point of it being pointless to pursue them.

This just in: Boywich may be coming to visit! Yay!

Oh boys. What is it that makes one of them so appealing, sometimes suddenly so, that I wanna reach right out and bite his little neck?

Or grab another by the pretty blonde scruff and yank him out of the TV screen. Yes, I'm watching that silly movie, the one with Paul Bettany in it, looking like a human ice cream cone. SIGH.

I know, I know. I'm possibly somewhat hard up and perhaps reacting a little extra-strongly, but I always feel that way about Paul.

And if you must know, the Blonde (from whom I haven't heard in a while) bears rather a strong resemblance. I don't think that's the primary reason that I always seem to want to eat him up when given half a chance; I think it's actually a stronger force than that - chemical magnetism. But it probably doesn't hurt, either.

There was a medical study (stop me if you've heard this before) that found that women are most attracted to men whose immune systems are opposite from their own. I heard about this from Juno, come to think of it, but I think I've also read similar findings in another study.

By those measures, it's only natural that I should be attracted to giant Nordic blondes.

Which doesn't at all explain my current infatuation. Though I will say that I didn't go for this guy immediately; it developed over time, and has, I think, as much (or more) to do with how he is, or seems to be, as it does with how he looks. Though he's certainly handsome. And probably from a fairly different gene pool than me.

In knitting news, this Malabrigo merino/silk is unbelievably sweet to knit with. I'll have to photograph it in natural light at some point so you can get a better idea of the color, but suffice it to say, yum.

Yum all over, really. Just some yum from afar, and some yum between my fingers.

PS. Reading this over, I sound like a tiny little caveman. That may not be too far off the mark.