Worth It?

Boys,

honestly- boys are the connecter of the female gender.  I mean a common enemy unites us all right?  People often say that I talk/think/worry too much about boys.  In my defense I would like to put out- hey- why do you think I have so many friends? Common enemy and all- that is the answer.  

Yes, I do talk/think/worry about guys.  I talk about them because they are a interesting, drama causing species and really is there that much more to talk about?  Shallow, yes.  Stupid, yes.  Pointless, yes.  But unentertaining and boring, I think not.  I think about boys because I have a avid imagination that likes to run wild with great stories.  Usually involving my own amazing heroics or self sacrifice.  In my stories, I always get the guy.  I charm him by my blue eyes (believable), quick wit (a stretch but conceivable) , and my suddenly short, perfectly proportioned, petit body (hmmm... not going to happen).  I worry about guys because I am afraid that I will never find a guy who is going to "wear a pant leg".  I mean, I am an extremely intimidating and outgoing girl.  It would take a lot of courage/ a very interesting type of guy who would even think about wearing part of the pants.  Both of these qualities are ones that I am looking for in a guy.  There are plenty of guys who have mistakenly liked me.   Bad idea, let me tell you.  I am really cold.  I mean cold.

Quota for guys

1) (This used to be "must be taller than me" but I have given that up) must be able to make eye contact.

2) good listener

3) makes up good conversation topics at least 30% of the time. (this is a skill I am finding more and more important) 

4) makes the first move.

5) assertive

6) single 

7) not afraid of physical affection (not like pda but a arm around my shoulders would be nice)

8) is well respected in his friend group

9) the most important - that there is a spark. Plenty of great guys, but if I do not like them then I am not going to fake it or anything.

The question is: is it worth it?  

I do not really know.  Ask Cole.  I would think that it is worth it.  But I really do not know.  I hope so.  Because if it is not then I am going to be angry- that is a lot of lonely times/poetry that I have wasted for nothing.

What will come

A flash of color

will catch my eye.

Suddenly 

I notice that I am silly

to have thought that 

love could be acquired by faking. 

Perhaps you will love me the way I am?