Sunday, June 15, 2008
5ive boyfriend classifications..

MOOD: wala lang..
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In my parallel world and universe, I have five boyfriend classifications.

The unofficial boyfriend. The not-boyfriend boyfriend. Everybody thinks you’re still too young to get into a relationship, and yet you carry on under the pretense of a close friendship. Why not? The feelings are right. The person is perfect. The love is mutual. It just wasn’t the right time fro the rest of the world.

The peer-pressure boyfriend. Everyone else around you are pairing up. The two of you are the odd men out. In a matter of time, they all think you should hook up. You think to yourself, why not? He likes you. You think he’s nice. Might as well get it all over with and make everybody happy.

The he’s-my-destiny boyfriend. Otherwise known as the we-have-a-lot-of-things-in-common boyfriend. You share a love for music. You both enjoy being around kids. You have the same birthday. He finds you interesting. You think he’s wonderful. You found your hopeless/ful romantic match in him. And there you are, wrapped up in your match-made-in-heaven love story.

The bad-boy boyfriend. He’s everything you ever wanted. Not. He’s the antithesis everyone expects you to end up with. Your friends are wary that you’re loving dangerously. Your parents are disapproving, yet you figure, you’re big enough to know what you want. He brings out the wild, rebel girl in you. you’re both head-over-heels in loved with each other. You think to yourself, this is the most fun you’ve ever had in a relationship.

The pseudo boyfriend. Nope. Entirely different from the first classification. This time, there’s no expressive declarations of commitment. No certainty. No security. Just lots of confusing affection, and love and comfort subject for misinterpretation. A big misrepresentation of a relationship.

But hey, that's just me. What's yours?ü


i've been Tin Nolasco at 20:16

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