Showing posts with label tragedy. Show all posts
Showing posts with label tragedy. Show all posts

Tuesday, 1 March 2011

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