2005
(Stereo)Type
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Instead of writing about Stereotypes, I’m narrowing it down to ‘Types’. There’s this type of woman I find impossible to resist. Although I know the type when I see ‘it’, it’s fairly difficult to describe. I guess it’s a combination of the mouth and the eyes, a combination that creates some sort of charisma that unbalances my hormone system. A smile that tears my ribs apart and leaves my heart unprotected.
You know, the kind of woman that comes along once every few years and makes you feel so out of control. You see her, it hits you, yesterday you were fine and sane and now you’re in this other place. A place in which you are childish and full of desire and crazy and unstoppable, a lost cause.
And then you feel like you are going mad because all these emotions come crashing down on you for absolutely no reason. You feel stupid because you can’t escape the chemistry that is making you feel all this. And all that because of a mouth and some eyes?
Come on, you tell yourself, get your act together girl. What’s this all about? Are you this keen on making a fool out of yourself? Get a fucking grip!
But there’s just no turning back, lightning cannot un-strike and time cannot be turned back. Damage control is the only option. Types can hit hard.
