Careful, what you say and what you mean. It is easy to confuse the two while blue eyes mock and twinkle in the hot summer sun. Those eyes have no name, for their character is timeless: arrogant, charming, manipulative, elusive. He knows he fascinates, and the fabric of his life depends on this ability. He knows how to stroke egos and shoulders just enough to make one hungry, make one crazy for more. But his goal is obvious: to make everyone fall in love with him. Sure, his motives are transparent, his methods cliche, and his flirtations shockingly indiscriminant, yet CHARM emanates from his ass steadily as steam from a high school prom.
Every intelligent girl knows this man. He lingers in all circles of life, and the anger one experiences at his approach is often directed less at him for his deplorable selfishness than at oneself for one’s deplorable lack of self-control. Attention is lovely. And though one may know such a man’s motives, his strategy, and his history, no girl can deny charm, or the extent to which she enjoys flattery.
It is this weakness which makes intelligent girls see red: red like menses, lipstick, nail polish, rare steak and cherry pie. Our weakness is their luxury because they know that, at the end of the day, they shall be forgiven every offense solely for their roguish smiles, exaggerated manners and mocking eyes. And they are quite right. Terribly right.
VERY insightful….I’ve been trying to describe this kind of guy for years, but so far it’s evaded me.
It kind of makes me wonder what the female version of this person would be, and if I know anyone like her.
wow, what a fantastic post. i could not have said it better myself. great.
sarah