The Fine Line

The Boring Boys

I like boring boys best, they always seem to bring out the wild child in me. Perhaps it’s me trying to convert them or something. It’s always pretty fun.

I know the ending to each boring boy I’ll meet. It will start out suspicious and mysterious and exciting. Then, they’ll try to change for me. Either I’ll like the new boy, or I won’t. Perhaps they’ll never become a new boy. But either way I’ll get bored and think myself boring and then I’ll leave and meet another boring boy.

I guess I might just aswell meet a exciter next, but every outright exciting boy I meet does the opposite to me. They supress my wild child, not in that they prohibit me from being, but they make my wild look tame. I’m not so fond of that as much I am as fond as my wild self!