from the back pages...
i find it unfathomable the fixation men have with reading the papers from the back to the front - wait - let me rephrase.. the fixation straight men have with reading the papers from the back to the front. often i indulge my curiosity and began my daily newspaper reading routine starting from the back pages and ending at the front. in all honesty, it's a very tough fight. i find myself not even glancing at the words written but just looking at pictures as i flip through the back pages.
is the writing bad? no, definitely not. nonetheless, i find myself more drawn to the pictures of the men in jerseys or trunks or tennis outfits than i am to the actual written text. honestly, it's not bad writing - i tried reading a couple of lines, but well my eyes averted to some other where- but it's the fact that i have no clue or interest wotsoeva with regards to the topic. it's like reading the main pages of the papers and you come across some big article on the presidential elections (which i still find fascinating why people are even interested to read when there's only one candidate and he'll definitely win! so why bother telling us wot he's good for and all the great things he has done. we know it already!), you just read the headline, look at the pictures, read the captions and move on to the next newsworthy read.
the back pages of any papers (and i mean papers with the sports section at the back) have become all too foreign for me. i cannot tell the ferguson from the gerrard(??) - and i'm actually reading this on the papers now as i type. the only reason i knew who daivd beckham was way back when victoria "posh spice" adams took a fancy to him! before that, i'm a complete dud over wot soccer really is! and some people say being a fan of the spice girls is like being fans of fluffy chicken s**t. i learnt some new things!
nonetheless, i can't help but to find it adorable when the man i'm having an awfully huge crush on reads the paper in the aforementioned manner. i love the look on his face, his expressions when reading the articles. it's like something so intriguing - to him, not me!- and so fascinating. i guess it's those small little quirks that make me fall for straight men. that rough instinct to flip to the back pages once he picks up the papers, the fascination with soccer as a sport he plays with such conviction.
awww, how adorable!
gay men don't even come close! fascination over fashion and skincare and eye brow shaping? please! i don't need another me! go figure!
is the writing bad? no, definitely not. nonetheless, i find myself more drawn to the pictures of the men in jerseys or trunks or tennis outfits than i am to the actual written text. honestly, it's not bad writing - i tried reading a couple of lines, but well my eyes averted to some other where- but it's the fact that i have no clue or interest wotsoeva with regards to the topic. it's like reading the main pages of the papers and you come across some big article on the presidential elections (which i still find fascinating why people are even interested to read when there's only one candidate and he'll definitely win! so why bother telling us wot he's good for and all the great things he has done. we know it already!), you just read the headline, look at the pictures, read the captions and move on to the next newsworthy read.
the back pages of any papers (and i mean papers with the sports section at the back) have become all too foreign for me. i cannot tell the ferguson from the gerrard(??) - and i'm actually reading this on the papers now as i type. the only reason i knew who daivd beckham was way back when victoria "posh spice" adams took a fancy to him! before that, i'm a complete dud over wot soccer really is! and some people say being a fan of the spice girls is like being fans of fluffy chicken s**t. i learnt some new things!
nonetheless, i can't help but to find it adorable when the man i'm having an awfully huge crush on reads the paper in the aforementioned manner. i love the look on his face, his expressions when reading the articles. it's like something so intriguing - to him, not me!- and so fascinating. i guess it's those small little quirks that make me fall for straight men. that rough instinct to flip to the back pages once he picks up the papers, the fascination with soccer as a sport he plays with such conviction.
awww, how adorable!
gay men don't even come close! fascination over fashion and skincare and eye brow shaping? please! i don't need another me! go figure!
the holy book (revised) @ 8:12 AM
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