Here's a weird situation for you:

One of my friends...we'll call her, for strictly blogging purposes Miss Organised.

Miss Organised gets, without a doubt, ALL the boys. She has this allure, that so far none of us have been able to match. And, considering the way some of them end up after having been with her, in every sense of the word, I'm suprised she still manages to hook them. There really should be a support group or something by now...

So, Miss Organised, she gets all the boys and to the best of my knowledge, she doesn't mind this. She likes to keep her options open (don't we all) and if I had the same amount of man candy she seems to have on a regular basis...well, I'd be keeping my options open too. That said, Miss O, is a woman. And like all women, she's quite happy with the candy when it's there....but she wants something more. Deep down, she wants the real deal. Now, it doesn't help she just came out of a verrrrrrry long relationship...see, you don't just jump right out of that sort of thing. It takes time. Alot of time. And it's hard to figure out whether or not she wants something new or...something to fill the gap. Not fun :(

So, there's two boys. One is very, very, very, very, very, very, VERY nice. The other one....well, he's a bit naughty. But he's got that bad boy appeal that we seem to fall for ALL the time. She's fallen into something nice and easy with the bad boy and the nice boy, he's just a friend. He was out with us the other night. That was pleasant. Asked me to play his wingman, also pleasant. Fun was had by all.

I DON'T WANT TO THE WINGMAN. I'M SICK OF BEING THE WINGMAN! DO I HAVE WINGMAN TATTOOED ACROSS MY FORHEAD????? WELL?????

I have, I'm not ashamed to say, a bit of a crush on this boy. And I've found myself in similar situations before....I have alot of male friends and because I've dabbled with my sexuality, I can speak pretty flippantly about my own sex. Something which they seem to appreciate. I mean, lets be honest, each to their own, everyone does some stupid crap sometimes and there are some women out there....they give the sisterhood a bad name. I think it's this flippancy, however, thats become the problem. It's like that Katy Perry song. I'm LIVING a Katy Perry song. I've already lived one. And it wasn't 'Waking up in Vegas'.