It just occurred to me. Really.
Bars are filled with boys. And men who act like boys.
And I. Stiletto. I want men. A man. Not a boy. Or boys.
Seasoned and scarred and a little rough around the edges.
Who has lived to tell the tale
A soul that’s seared with secrets.
A fighter and a lover and a heart of gold and steel.
A boy he’d be to himself
But a man he’d be to me
MAN
MAN
MAN
MAN
September 17, 2007 at 2:00 am |
I think part of the problem is that the atmosphere of a bar turns many men into boys, without even a single drink.
Keep looking, you will find the one who deserves you.
September 17, 2007 at 5:24 am |
That is a killer photo of Clooney. :::sigh:::
September 17, 2007 at 12:50 pm |
MAN
September 17, 2007 at 12:52 pm |
sorry – couldn’t resist
ps – message on t-shirt not intended for you – just happened to be attached to the MAN
September 17, 2007 at 8:01 pm |
I feel like i’m a young Clooney, but I cant really grow as much facial hair yet.
September 17, 2007 at 8:21 pm |
Did anyone card Andy at the door?
September 24, 2007 at 9:07 am |
:::unzips::::
September 24, 2007 at 2:37 pm |
Andy, darling, that is a penis. Having a penis does not make you a man. It just makes you male. Now put that away and try to act like you are old enough to drive.
September 24, 2007 at 7:19 pm |
Problem with Russell Crowe is that he wouldn’t call you after a date. He’d throw a phone at you and call it good.