I came to a funny relisation when thinking of a topic for my next blog.
My recent taste in men has slid dramatically. No longer am I infatuatiated with the ape-like footy players the interuppted my youth on so many occasions. Now my preference in long fringes, tattoos, piercings, tight pants and nikes. Hmmmm. It's is staggering at how one person can seem to love one thing so much, but can do a complete 360, and fall for something different. Now....footy players turn my stomach a little. Thats not to say I will stop looking completely.
Maybe my first hint of this change was when I saw Pete Wentz in the "Arms Race" video and my tummy bubbled like a bottle of Moet. From then on, I stop noticing the tough no necked footy players that trawled the nightclubs of my hometown. I started noticing the hair that flopped in the eyes. I then dated an "emo" (massive MASSIVE mistake...and i believe he might be gay) and that ended pretty quickly after I had to sleep on a mattress on his floor.
Then I went to a punk pop club with some friends earlier this year. After about 4 smirnoffs we headed there from our hotel. Whilst standing out the front, all these yummy boys in skinny pants, with long hair and sweet faces were walking past. Then...I saw...him. My grem grem. Tight pants, leather jacket. Blonde/brown fringe...
He'd caught my attention.
After a few more drinks, me n my girlies were shakin it, when I saw him again. This time, I did my best "im cute, and I'm going to eye f**k u from behind my fringe" he noticed. This continued for a good hour....by which time i was well n truely smashed. Then he sat right near where I was dancing. He motioned me over, where I proceeded to sit...and without words...we made out. Fuck. That was romantic. ahhhhh well you probably get the rest of the picture. Its hard enough for me to realise that I've established a strong relationship out of a "one nighter". But boy am I glad that hes a persistant fucker.
Soooo that's the truth about me and gremmy..and our history.
Now....this is the kinda of boy that I cant stop dreaming about...
sighhhh all girls love the bad boy.
