13. Boyzone

Suddenly there are too many boys. Turns out, all one needed to do to get a boy, is to say that one wanted a boy. That sounds too good to be true, right? But sometimes, if it sounds too good to be true, it probably is. Anyway. So many boys. Boys who are so far away that even the long arm of the law is not long enough to reach out and hug them. And then boys so near I can practically eat off their plate without too much trouble.

The boys far away want emotional commitment. I don't think I even know what that means. The boys closer want cuddles. That is always welcome. There are boys somewhere in between who are my favorite pillow talkers. Presently, between all these multiple boys, I have one whole boy. A complete boy made up of parts of different boys. (Gross imagery unintended.) That's cool, right? I'm the adjusting types. Not too demanding. I'll take whatever you can offer, kinds. Wait, that makes me sound like a charitable organization. I don't know if I'm cool with the implications of that. Wait. I don't even know what the implications are. Will someone enlighten me?

And amidst all this, there is some kind soul out on the interwebs, who is being my, um, wellwisher and suggesting other blogs to date mine. If you're reading this, I've been trying hard to track you. I need to tell you more about my preferences, not that the work you've done so far is any less than acceptable (Dear prospective date blog, my blog is winking at you); just that I was hoping you could do me some matchmaking favors as well. My blog might be elitist and refuse to date other blogs, but I am certainly not.

As far as the boys in my life presently reading this, I lurve you all, without prejudice. But some more than others. I hope that's cool with you.

12. There is something about Maragadhavalli alias Mary

"Macha. I lou you man"
"Me too man, me too"
"You mean you lou yourself. Selfish fellow"
"And others apart from you as well"

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"Don't you wonder what it feels like, to fall in love with someone; to throw caution to the wind"
"...and pledge affection and commitment with reckless abandon?"
"Look around you! People are diving in headfirst, and all you can do is gingerly put your toes in the water"
"Maybe I am better off dry!"
"Then you don't have the right to whine and complain about dry spells!"

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Tell me this, boys, aren't you supposed to be the sex that is freaked out by exclusivity and commitment? Aren't you supposed to want to play the field? Then why does every boy I want to date want me to fall in louwes with him? And in louwes only with him? It didn't used to be like this, boys. Is it because you have grown older now? Do you have some kind of biological clock that is ticking away that we don't know about? Is this what I get for asking gender stereotypes to be broken? Is this what too many Disney movies with extraspecialeffects does to people?

While I try to get to the bottom of this, if anyone of you tells me about soulmates, I will egg your face. If you want to talk about solemates (the shoe sole kinds, not the "you are my wunnandwunly; my sole mate" kind. I don't want to talk about the latter) or molemates (the macham kind, not the vermin kind. Although, I don't mind talking about the latter) on the other hand... grab a chair!