That boy-girl thing

I was so tempted to say 'thang' instead of 'thing'. Now that I got that embarrassing urge off my chest, I'd like to apologise for not blogging in a while. Truth is that bitch called life has gotten the best of me these days. But now I'm on a semester break and I'd like to relax as much as I can, perhaps work on assignments (it's only my degree at stake) and acquire knowledge outwith Law.

But the subject of this post has got to do with that dreaded topic called romance. If I could avoid it, I would but I'm currently faced with an issue that involves the r-word. I've recently decided that I'm quite tired of thinking about boys and whether those who seem to be my type have shown interest etc. I do indeed have a crush on someone. Hence my putting my foot down in the hope that he will come and whisk me away to a football game.

I fancy several people though; some of whom, I will never get because it's just bloody impossible and others on whom I have given up or simply have zero idea what they want. The first is a DJ from this club we went to two days ago. He was beautiful and perhaps I took a strong liking to him because he played music that I liked - more specifically my track de ce moment, 'Love On Top' by Beyoncé. The chances of us hooking up are slim if not non-existent because firstly, I don't know his name and neither does anyone else. He's one of those 'nameless' DJs (points were aptly deducted for that as you can imagine. How juvenile of the man?) Secondly, he's heavily tattooed and has the number of piercings that would attract a magnet from a mile off. Although I (quelle surprise) find that look rather attractive, I think that if we were ever to date, he would probably end up leaving me for a stripper or a Kat Von D lookalike. That might be my insecurities talking or my bizarre addiction to 'Miami' and 'LA Ink'.

The others are potential suitors and I will not speak about them because I do not want to jinx anything. I will give you a clue however; the one has worked for the UN, the other is an actor and the last one may have an addiction to red M&Ms. They all have nothing in common except the fact that they do enjoy the odd bit of limelight.

Wish me luck.