After my breakfast of condensed milk and pandesal (healthy no? hehehe), I plopped down on my sister's bed (they're fixing my room so I've been squatting on my sister's room for a while now) and turned on the TV.
I skipped MUB and tried watching Laurice Guillen talked about Santa Santita in Breakfast, but since Ryan Agoncillo was not there, my interest waned and I tried my other favorite channels. National Geographic? They're talking about reptiles. Ugh. CNN? Arafat's burial and Bush and Blair meeting again. ETC? Finally, I settled down on The Today Show and Katie was interviewing a mother of infant twins who's already 50!
Funny, because what caught my attention isn't the wonder of modern medical science but Katie mentioned that the woman married someone ten years her junior. The woman said, 'The first time, I married ten years my senior. Now, I married ten years younger. I can tell you women out there, I'm feeling better I've had in years!' A woman after my own heart!
Then, Katie said she cannot forget what Ivana Trump said, "I'd rather be a babysitter than a nurse." Well, in my situation I can say I'd rather be a teacher, than a caregiver. A caregiver may be a more practical (financially) choice since there are lots of opportunities out there, but well, I'll take the kid over the older men anytime.
I didn't realize I had a thing with younger men until Daniel Radcliffe starred in the first Potter movie. (Yes I know. He's just a kid! I can really give Michael Jackson a run for his money) I wasn't even aware that the boys I've taken a fancy to when I was younger were really...boys. Or, ones who look like they were just entering high school. I thought I like tall, lean and dark bad boys who smile at every girl that passes by and can charm the socks off an old lady, but no, I like the boyish type. (Gah! It's so out of character for me to like these type of boys, who probably have less personality than their measly muscles.)
The bad boys are perfect for a drama queen like me. I can rant, rave and gush about how bad, charming and complicated creatures they are. But after Eminem, Matt Damon, and especially Daniel Radcliffe, I cannot deny that I like younger men, or men who looks ten years younger. What's to rant about the nice looking, more often than not shy and quiet choir boy? Nothing. Blergh! (Except probably Eminem, no one can say Eminem looks like a church-going choir boy. That's why he's perfect! Tee hee.)
In spite of their seemingly zero personality, I really like these youthful looking boys. Though my knees still turn into jelly when I see the tall, lean, bad boy, goodlooking ones, I definitely acknowledged the fact that the sheep clothing does wonders for me. Bonus points if they sometimes turn into a wolf.
More often than not, these boyish types are not that tall. And I don't like short men. Especially Pinoy short men, who compensates for their height by acting high and mighty which unfortunately instead of raising their value, decreases it to the negative, fast! But 2 out of 5 of my former 'love interests' are short guys, not short (5'3 and below) but shorter (a little over 5'5 maybe). Of course the other 3 are tall, dark, lean and mean. Oh well, there's just something about tall lithe men, but that's for another entry. I'm already babbling nonsense as it is.
What I'm trying to say is that I may have prejudices about their height, personality and character, but still, I lean towards those choir boys. I can think of several reasons too. Maybe I like to be looked up to, be put up in a pedestal. Or maybe, when I turned 40 and I'm with a boyish man who looks 28, people will think I can still get me a younger man. Or maybe, just maybe, although I like for my man to be sexy, confident and charming, I'd also like him to sweet, and thoughtful and one who always looks up to me. Huh? I mentioned that before? Oh well, it's worth repeating anyway.
I therefore conclude that I like to be with someone who thinks the world of me, thinks I'm great, wonderful and smart, and not someone who thinks he's all of those things, and love bossing me around. (Can you imagine me with someone bossy? Nyarks! Note: Bossy is different from confident! I like confidence, but I'm already bossy so he's got to choose another personality trait.) Someone who will listen to what I have to say and not someone who will think that I'm a young, naive girl who hasn't lived one half of her life yet so cannot be really trusted to know much of anything at all. Well, I hope you get the picture.
If it's a toss between an older man or a younger man, you know what my answer would be.
Besides, although older men may know a lot, be more experienced, I still believe that enthusiasm and endurance count for more points. ;)
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