Tragedy is glamorous

There are good-looking guys that don’t get called hot because they’re too nice. They’re just cute, well-mannered gentlemen. They bring out the "awwwww" response in girls. They’re easy to approach and talk to, because their words are never full of sexual double entendres. If he wants you, it’s hard to tell because they treat you so platonically; and if you want him you feel desperate for being the one to vie for his attention.

Hot guys tend to be more confident and flirty – sometimes even rude and egotistical. They bring out the "oh, my, god" response in girls. Their smiles have too much smirk in them to be considered innocent. They don’t so much listen to you as much as they try to find opportunities to flatter you and make you nervous, or contest you so you get all worked up and call you cute for it. But you’re never the only girl they act like this towards.

Girls will tend to go for the latter kind of guy because they make your heart beat faster. They go for this kind of guy knowing they’ll get hurt. The sad part of it is that a small, sick part of them enjoys the tragedy.

Because tragedy is glamorous, and it’s all part of the thrill.

Love, Noeline
xox

Poker Face Fail

I think one of the reasons I don't get along very well with other girls is because I don't amuse them with their obviously self inflicted relationship dramas.

Amidst your poorly executed anguish, you love the fact that your biggest problems in life are caused by the sexual prowess you unknowingly emanate.

You say you don't know what to do about a guy determined to be more than friends. You recite your story like he's some maniac stalker you need to take a restraining order against.

Well maybe you should stop sending him suggestive text messages. Maybe you should stop sitting on his lap. And while you're at it, maybe you should stop flirting with his friend. I dunno, just a suggestion.

If you love the attention or even if you love sex, just say so before complaining (or should I say, boasting) about the seven guys who for some unknown reason won't leave you alone. They're not the ones with problems honey - it's you.

Your gracious act doesn't work with me.

I'm not asking you to proclaim that you're a nymphomaniac at the top of your lungs in peak hour public transport. I'm just asking you to be a bit more honest in your story-telling, which in its present style unfairly represents the other characters involved.

Either that or you should invest in some acting lessons and work on that poker face of yours.

Love, Noeline
xox