Truth About Genevieve #34: Genevieve shall never reside in between. Genevieve shall rest on one extreme or the other, and may trespass the gray areas only to investigate, never to stay.
After years of dating, falling in love, and being ready to marry nothing but slackers, failures, and men that can only be described as the reason that no one trusts this generation to get anything done, I have traversed the great between again and come to rest on the opposite man that I now find myself attracted to.
There is a man in my English class who I can actually call a man and not feel like I have to correct myself. He is very tall, very muscular, and is in the Marines. He has been to Iraq twice. He is probably an avid republican. He looks like he works out 2 hours a day. He has a shaved head. He has a massive cross tattooed on his left arm. I find him the sexiest man I have seen in a very, very long time.
I have never, ever been attracted to this type of guy, in fact actually repulsed by them. But now? After being surrounded by immaturity, irresponsibility, indecisiveness, and petty actions, a military man just exudes determination. He not only commands respect, but has a great amount of respect for authority and other people. He is committed to discipline, consistency, and his beliefs. From the way that he speaks, you can tell that he is very smart, practical, but understanding and tolerant. His laugh fills up a room. He knows what he likes, knows what he wants, and he goes and gets it. He is self-reliant, self-motivated, and did I mention he was self-gorgeous? Oh and what a smile...
I don't even know his name in case you wanted to ask. I have only heard him speak in class- in a voice that only Sean Connery could match in power and brevity- speak to some of his friends in class, and I have seen his handwriting. He doesn't doodle, he probably has never listened to silly music and danced in a kitchen, he probably doesn't like kittens or the movie Brokeback Mountain or RENT, he probably thinks blogging is stupid. But damn, I see him in class and I have to look straight at the teacher or my notes to keep myself from jumping the poor man.
I won't, by the way, actually jump him. But it never hurts to have eye candy.
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