Boys- Boys- Boys-

I have something to tell you. I like boys. I know surprising. But I am a boy- lover and a damned good one at that. I am not a promiscuous person or at least I don't want to be. I have tried the whole hook up thing*, and well, you can say that it didn't work out too well. So technically I have been with three people. Jack; my first boyfriend, my first kiss, the first boy I made love to, the first boy I gave my love to. Jason; a screw up, a one night stand, abysmal. Kurt; my current boy, someone I love spending time with, someone I need to learn more about.

Right now I am feeling really good. About everything. About school. My family. My friends. And as of now, my relationship with Kurt. Though I haven't been able to spend much time with him because of my Streptococcal pharyngitis infestation, (thank you Wikipedia) also known as strep throat, causing me to faint in the pharmacy as I bought my penicillin, were are still good. Because of this sudden change in my demeanor I decided to post this little blog. Which I dedicate to Lady Gaga for obvious reasons.


Guys--

How would I describe the boy of my dreams?
I don't go for the hot guy. Though he can be attractive. Get me hard. Or other things like that. I still don't find them someone I could be with. I know how biased. I have this terrible subjective idea of people who are really attractive know their really attractive and acting on it. Though I am sure that there are some very genuine hotties, I have yet to meet one.

I like nerds. Boys who like boys who like comic books, school their family, board games, reading, hiking, and nerd-gasming every now and then. I like boys who hold hands. Who love Sci-Fi and have collections. Who are healthy and athletic. Who like all types of movies. Who can get along with my family and his own. Who is taller. Goes to school and has a real goal in life. Who accepts my eccentricities and nuances. Wears glasses. Cares. Loves. Wishes. Wants. Dreams. Who has different favorite foods than me. Who has favorite TV shows (who doesn't say "I don't like TV", because I would feel guilty for watching far to much.) Who can kiss. Who every now and then doesn't shave so I can feel his stubble when we kiss. Who wants to put his arm around me in public or private. Who loves the rain as much as I do. Who is content being with me. Who has a hint of spontaneity. Who wants a family. Who wants children (and is okay naming our first born son Ralph*). Someone who has fashion sense, but who doesn’t care that I don’t. Who isn’t obsessed with musicals. Who likes sports; soccer. Who loves to learn and spend time with me. Who wants me to teach them how to cook. Who dances and will dance with me. Who like to take cute pictures (photo booths?). Who reads. Who knows about current events. Who has beliefs, values, morals (not necessarily religious but has spirituality). Someone who hasn’t been with many people. Who volunteers. Who can make me laugh. Who can make me feel safe. Who gets along with my friends as if they have known each other for years. Who loves giving and receiving massages. Who is clean. Who is active. Who doesn’t view sex as fucking, but love making. Who drinks but not too often. Who does not smoke or do any form of drugs. Who can solve a rubix cube faster than me.





My list is so daunting. I know, but I write this for a reason, so I can figure out what I want. What I need. What is good for me.

* Read from my earlier (less mature?) blogs
* Family tradition