11 July 2007
25 the boys of summer
i got to thinking the other day about all the boys i used to madly love. the famous names and faces that my paperdolls wound up with and whom i was always marrying in my silly head. most girls do this and i'm pretty sure guys do too (sans the paperdolls). and i began wondering if there is any insight to found here- in these people we never know yet choose to adore from afar.
i thought and i thought and i thought. and then i looked at eugene. really looked at him. and there he was. an amalgam of all the boys i have ever dated had they been raised in the gulag, capable of growing a mustache, and denied access to mcdonald's, banana republic and modern american dentistry. analyze that.