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Posted: Wed Feb 14, 2007 8:37 am
I have to talk to him first to really start to like him. When I do, what turns me on is if he shows some kind of passion for something. Have you ever watched someone talk about somethimg they're truely passionate about? Their eyes light up and you can learn so much about them you couldn't otherwise. Having a person stick up for something is also a huge turn on. For example, the kicker for our state champion football team is in a couple of my classes. He's a soccer player, so he's really good as a kicker. When asked if he likes football of soccer better, he always says soccer, because that's the sport he loves no matter how much glory he gets from football. He's really nice too. And hot. Really hot.
ZOMG... at a color guard competition, we got to see a world class guard perform and there were some incredibly hot and talented guys in there. And boy, can they dance! This one guy tossed his rifle so high I thought it might hit the ceiling, and at a 45 degree angle too! eek A bunch of my guard friends and I were practically swooning over them. My friend Sarah was all like: "You realize most of those guys are probably gay, right?" The rest of us were all like: "Shut up! You're ruining our beautiful dreams!" crying
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Posted: Sat Feb 17, 2007 6:02 pm
Of course. All of the nice, kind, sweet, sexy, chivalrous, and decent males are gay. It's like a law of life. Like, the nicest guy I know is gay. In our high school, all the hot and nice guys are gay. Life isn't fair.
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Posted: Sat Feb 17, 2007 6:09 pm
I'm still holding out hope that that's not true.
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Posted: Sat Feb 17, 2007 9:32 pm
{SONATA} -->Yeah, I know. It just isn't fair...it's like, "Oh, you're searching for the perfect guy? Well great, I found him! He's kind, funny, intelligent...whoops, too bad, he's gay." I mean, if they must have some attraction to other guys, at least have them be bi. Certain thoughts are prayers. There are moments when, whatever the attitude of the body may be, the soul is on its knees.
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[~ Sonata Euphoriacide ~]
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