My taste in men went AWOL, as well, leading me to spend the whole night squeaking over what was effectively a nu-metal kid. But he was so cute. I want one! (As I said repeatedly last night.) I want one in a box on my desk. Watching him, as he leaned against a wall, and then slowly slid down and up again and I nearly grabbed him right then...I want one.
And in two hours I shall be meeting up with ladycat and rosenkavalier and apparently childeric and a couple of others as well, and thence to the opera.
I'm terribly nervous.
I want one.
And I've just found him and he's so. Little.
And so nu-metal and so young and so little.
And I still want one.
I'm bad. ~g~