Where the boys are

~~~Boys! Why do we speak of boys. I don't speak much, write much or spend much of my time in attempts at flirtation, coquetry. or amorous musings about boys these days~~~.

---Boys are a pain. Once upon a time, I did favor them. When I never knew that boys are silly creatures, who spend their time on wars and racing cars, video games and chasing girls - there are exceptions of course---

~~~Yes, for some girls do love video games~~~

---I know...and girls chase boys too - Ah yes. Remember those days. Exceptions indeed...

~~~Sigh. Exceptions !

---You’re already circling something deliciously human: the way we pretend there are “types,” and then life immediately hands us exceptions that ruin the categories. Life stretches that thread a little.

~~~There’s a kind of mythical simplicity in saying boys are like this and girls are like that. It’s tidy. It’s comforting. It makes the world feel like a children’s book with clear labels and predictable creatures. But the moment you look closer, the labels peel off.

---Some boys are exactly as advertised - loud, restless, fueled by competition and chaos. Others are quiet as libraries, tender as moth wings, more interested in sketchbooks or stargazing than in horsepower or heroics.

~~~Some girls adore video games, not as an exception but as a natural extension of their curiosity, strategy, or love of world‑building. Some girls chase boys with the same boldness boys chase girls - sometimes with more precision, more intention, more poetry.

---And then there are the people who don’t fit either script at all. The ones who drift between roles, who flirt without flirting, who chase no one and everyone, who rewrite the rules simply by existing.

~~~The truth is: “exceptions” aren’t exceptions. They’re the rule. The world is made of them.

---What we call exceptions are simply the moments when we finally notice people being themselves instead of being the caricatures we inherited.

~~~Are you saying that I am making my rules and expecting everyone to fall in line.

---Ha ha. If the shoe fits. As there are in every rule. I always liked the bad boys, the ones who were dashing and daring, caring for naught but self...to my detriment and chagrin---

~~~Most of us do...PFTTT! What a croc that turned out to be...complete waste of time.

---I will settle for a good guy...with a bit of the devil lurking within. For still, there are times when I lay awake and dream of my prince charming - just not too charming as to become boring

~~~Mine must be a tiger, a sleek black panther or a dangerous puma, dark and mysterious, the silent type. He must Drive me crazy, leave me guessing what lies beneath the surface of his deep mystique. Yet he must share his secret dreams and aspirations while my affections last.

---I have no wish to share forever with any knight, no matter how handsome or charming. Well, sometimes I do...sometimes I don't...Mostly I don't.

~~~He must make me laugh. Or the deal is off...crying is not for me. A deal breaker.

---Perhaps along will come the black knight who rips my heart out completely - Riding in on his modern steel horse - suave and sleek. Tearing my heart to shreds, keeping me a prisoner to his beating heart. Holding on to it for years and years. And we will grow old together.

~~~Or maybe you will end up murdering him in his sleep. One dark and stormy night. When no one will hear him if he awakens and screams.

---Geez, you are so morbid. Although you may not be wrong. I do get bored rather easily.

~~~Sorry, I do digress into realms of bloody dreams and nightmares most gory. For I do like to tell tall and marvelous stories.

---He must constantly Surprise me - keep me entertained and be comfortable with my time in the spotlight.

~~~Spotlight...what spotlight. You are so self-centered.

---I am totally ok with that!

~~~Boys are a pain in the...You know!

---Still, I love 'em to pieces.

Literally?

Perhaps..