Using People

To a certain extent, I suppose I use everyone around me. But usually it's not with purpose and I feel like I give back a lot, as well. But sometimes an opportunity to use someone in the real sense of the word comes along.

There's always the classic get a drink for free. A boy wants to buy you one, and you think he's the most hidious thing you've ever seen. So you tell him that your friend needs a shot, too. You stand near him at the bar to make sure he doesn't roofie your drink, down the shot and then disappear in the crowd, hoping he forgets about you.

Then there are those long-term deals, where you're faced with the choice of dating a man just because of what he can give you. Maybe it's money, maybe it's a place to crash. This time it's free car work.

I like to play the tough guy and the idea of being a user really appeals to that part of me. But sometimes you've got to look inside yourself and decide if that's the part you want to play. I like to pretend to be bad, but actually dating someone just to get a free head gasket seems a little beyond me.

I Heart Boys

I adore men.  I can't get enough of them.  I collect them like I collect shoes.  Unfortunately, that means they tend to be as comfortable as my shoes, as well.  I have a bad habit of seeing a pair of shoes that looks cute and just buying without really considering if I need another pair of black heels or if they'll pinch my toes.  With boys, I think they look okay on the outside and I haven't been on a date in two weeks, so I figure I'll go for it.  

Next thing you know, I'm on my third first date of the month and staring at a kinda cute mechanic's bad teeth.  

I guess you'd call me picky, but if I can't find an intelligent man to date, why not only date the good-looking ones?  

I'm not addicted to love.  Love I can take or leave.  What I'm really looking for is the next fix of a perfect (or perfectly acceptable) kiss.