One young woman's life experience with boys, guys, men, whatever you want to call them
I can't help it. I have no desire to date blondes. James swears he's not a blond, and even if he is, then he'd be a very dirty blonde, who should be referred to as having light brown hair. I don't know why I've never wanted blondes. They are usually surfer boy or boring pretty boy or too boy next door.
posted by CatholicGirlie @ 6:30 PM
Let's see...I'm a girlie girl-but I used to be a tomboy (soccer and field hockey were my things). I look Irish, even to the casual observer. My friends say that I'm a flirt, though I merely see myself as friendly. I have an IQ of 165, though I try not to flash it around to everyone I meet. I like to learn new languages. I'll read as many as three books a day for pleasure (yes, I'm a speed reader). I have one sister and numerous cousins who are like brothers and sisters. I have two really close friends and lots of friends who are close but not as much as my two best girls (and a million people that I'm friendly with).
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