to be mysterious

I'm not jaded, but I am definitely not naive. I have had my crushes, been crushed and done some crushing. I have liked smart guys, cute guys, chubby guys and older guys. In my younger years I always found myself attracted to the mysterious, artistic and scrawny.

I wish I could tell my teenage self one thing; it's a cover. If a man/boy/man-boy is aloof he is usually an idiot. I wanted to be the only key that could unlock their guarded hearts.I wanted to peel back the dark, brooding layers and find a jewel...it ain't there. It's usually a void, maybe with a doodle in crayon, some lint and if you're lucky a few moths. If you're unlucky it's filled with an unadulterated passion...for themselves.

I was very fortunate in my choice of mate. What you see is what you get. That is a very underestimated quality these days. I guess it's what you would call honesty.

to be a bad friend

You all know who I'm talking about. The person that only calls when they have a problem. They don't answer their phone, return calls or care. The "friend" that gets offended when you share your time with someone else. The one that can make any situation you are in about themselves.

Then there it is... their number on my caller id. I would have answered if they had called back sooner. I don't want to listen to their lousy excuses on my voicemail, delete. I lurk their facebook and see who they care about enough to actually talk too. Oh no, they're logged on too! Better click off before they start chatting and ask why I haven't returned their call. They probably just want to talk about their loud neighbor and his bad taste in music. That's nothing! I can hear my criminally insane neighbor belch through the...wall... oh... ummmm...