Thursday, October 20, 2005
Cigarettes and Baseball Hats
I recently discovered something about myself that I think I have always known: I like boys that look bad. I am the kind of girl that looks twice at the cute guy standing outside of the probation office wearing a baseball cap and smoking a cigarette. I like the guys who work in central supply here at Armstrong who wear t-shirts that say "Rehab is for Quitters." If you have some sort of addiction or did not enough love as a child, then I am all yours. I guess it is a savior complex, and it would not be a problem if I directed it towards children and small animals, but I inevitably lavish my attention on the cute guys that, if they are not on probation, then they are in danger of it.
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Me too! I don't look twice at the preppy guys with good jobs and nice cars--although that is the kind of man you want to marry. I love a tall, thin man with tattoos, earings, and who's a smoker. I think it's so sexy to see them take a drag on their fag. Ahhhhh.
I had considered telling Jon about your blog, but after this post, I may not. He knows this is the kind of man I find attractive. He fits most of the requirements (tall, thin, occasionally smokes to make me happy) but is rather preppy. He just wouldn't look right in leather pants nor would he look right with tattoos all over his body. He's my lamb though.
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