Something stupid

Recently it's been hard to get to my computer 'cos Sis has been writing her thesis all week.
The topic I've chosen for this entry is just so typical of me and at the same time shamefully stupid. I've considered several titles, e.g. Can't stop falling in love, I've got a crush on you, etc. But let's see why I stick to this one.
As I've already mentioned, I have this genetic abnormality that from time to time I fall for some guy for one reason or another. Or I should say guys because strangely enough I tend to fall for more at a time. Not to mention my permanent boyfriend. You might detect some controversy here because I was admiring him the other day. Actually, I am positive that he is the one I will marry in the long run. Probably my misfantasizings can be accounted for with the lack of proper dates with him recently. I mean, when I'm too busy and stressed I start to feel lonely and hungry for love (and a bit more), and that's exactly the time when I start noticing male specimens around. In addition to this, I've realized that I experience more sex through the characters in the book I'm reading (namely Stieg Larsson's The girl with the dragon tattoo) than in my own life. Which is not a nice realization.
Thanks to this book I've also learnt about the concept of 'occasional lover.' The way they play the game is that the woman calls up the man whenever she fancies doing that. Other than that, the man is not allowed to come up with the idea himself. Moreover, he cannot spend the night at the woman's place. I've toyed with the idea what the world would be like if everyone practiced this fashion of making love. What would become of us without our good old inhibitions? Populationwise it would probably be better, at least here in Hungary where less and less baby is being born each year.
Of course all this beating around the bush was inspired by certain male specimens who could turn out to be a little bit dangerous for me. Unfortunately, I'm not in the position of one Barney Stinson to provide the curious reader with a female version of a playbook. Besides, I guess it would not be nearly as acceptable as the playbook of a bachelor. Nevertheless, I've decided to mention some sorts of categories I've come across.

A kind of magic
Back in the 11th grade (or was it the 10th?) I used to have a crush on a clarinetist. First of all, he was quite tall and muscular, with beautiful dark brown eyes and a short beard that added a diabolic touch to his appearance. He was the type I fell for those days. But what is more important he was a real virtuoso. The way he played was a kind of magic. Since then I've had a crush on several clarinetists. Now that I think of it, it is the clarinet itself that so easily awakens my senses.

I'm a bitch
About a month ago I attended a hen party with lots of vodka and cakes. It was that evening that a girl explained me why women (me included definitely) feel attracted to guys whom they know they shouldn't. For example when a guy tells you you've got beautiful eyes, you know with your brain that it's complete nonsense, not even an original idea. Nevertheless, there is a high probability that in the end you will believe the guy (cos of course you are sure you've got beautiful eyes) and will think all kinds of nice things about him, maybe including sex even. This probability is dependent on the dispositions of the guy, for example physical appearance, willingness of inviting you for a drink, etc. The way my fellow hen put it is that every woman is a bitch. Well, I would say it's a bit strong, but at least she's frank. As for me, I'm sure I have a thing for

Bad boys
Everyone knows the type. A bit egocentric, body-oriented, macho, maybe even cruel. Above all, he is sexy. Of course he gains a part of his strength from the women whose heart he breaks on the way. And strangely enough, most of his leftovers feel lucky to have met him even afterwards. Stupid, isn't it?