ickis.com / Julene Horowitz

It’s funny to me that the types of guys most people would expect me to be into–tattooed, pierced or otherwise “alternative” (as much as I hate the term)–aren’t really my speed. I love them clean cut, presentable… simply put, give me a yuppie white boy any day and I’ll be pleased. While I wouldn’t say I have a particular age-group preference, I do admit having a severe weakness for babyface.

Once upon a time, I had a babyfaced boyfriend named Tim. Our relationship quickly fizzled into some weird sexually tense friendship, which has now faded in a half-hearted interest in each other’s exploits. I ran into Tim recently, out with his younger brother at a restaurant I frequent. Tim has always looked roughly 16 – he’s about 10 years older than that. He’s one of those guys I hear from on nights that will involve booze and (in his mind) a hopeful trip back to his place. I try not to revisit my roster too often, and since someone hadn’t been taking the hint lately I decided to see if I could agitate him enough not to call me.

Let me preface this by saying his now-slightly-older yet still delightfully younger brother is beginning looking like a well-oiled machine. I admit to blatantly trolling Tiny while talking to them at their table. I guess Tim took it personally that he busted me checking out his kid brother’s bulge, as I was informed we are “not on speaking terms”. Seriously, he was wearing a pair of jeans that allowed for a perfect outline of his goodies to be viewed by me without much effort. This is not my fault. (I was also really stoned at the time, which makes it harder to curb my naturally creepy tendencies.) It’s not like I actively pursued bringing home (NotSo)TinyTim, guys!

I’m betting at least another few months pass before I hear from Tim, though.

I’ve been on a serious blog-reading kick lately, especially ones with user-driven updates. So when I realized EdenFantasys recently launched a blog portion of their site concerning sex culture I was intrigued–I already turn to them for all my daily LOLz of hipsters, chicks that shouldn’t be having kids, and dudes nobody should’ve dated.

A while back I read the Vice Guide to Eating Pussy and while it was funny, I don’t think a guide is what men need. I’m sorry, but following directions is not always your strong suit. I’m so glad I’m not the only person that noticed this, because Lindsay Lewis has now covered “The 25 Hallmarks of Bad Cunnilingus”. Her list had me laughing so hard I was afraid I was going to pee my pants, I’m pretty sure most female readers will enjoy it. As for the men, well… some of you will probably realize you’ve been doing it wrong. (more…)

Recently I said potentially the creepiest thing ever, which got me thinking about my vast love for those with babyfaces. Especially of the male gender.

On an unrelated note, this video is like kiddie porn. Skip directly to 2:18 if you want to get straight to the good stuff. *thumbs up*

Oh, as for what I said…

Like when I’m prowling outside high schools all “hey boys I can buy liquor! …and I have my driver’s license!”

Maybe you just had to be there.

“I ain’t sayin that it’s right, but we often pay the price–cause a woman’s life is love, a man’s love is life.”

My hunt for a husband is on the back burner due to time constraints. Deleting a bunch of old blogs off my Myspace I came across something I wrote in October of 2007. I still stand by this.

I miss knowing boys and girls that would kiss & dance but not have to go home together. I miss jumping on trampolines at 4am, trying quiet our laughter so we didn’t wake up my parents. I miss having people call me with an idea for a last-minute adventure in mind. I miss a lot of these types of people… why is it that growing up means we quit doing all the youthful things I loved?

And whatever happened to the boys that wanted to hold my hand? I’m sure you guys are still out there, that you still love punk rock and girls in wifebeaters. But it seems like you all decided that in order for people to take you seriously you needed to grow up and get over all the silly things that made you so much more fun to hang out with. Growing up doesn’t mean we have to grow old!

I’m thinking about young love again, let’s blame it on the rain and move on please.

It could be worse. You could have to come out and tell all your friends that you’re thinking about turning into a scene boy.