Sep 22, 2005
. Last week, I was in Trader Joe's buying some wine. Upon discovering I'm from MA (my ID), the woman behind the cash register immediately says, "Aren't Boston guys just so much better?? They're just 'real men'" (I did chuckle at this.) "I'm never going to find someone out here with all these California boys." Oh honey, I feel ya... that's why I go for the out-of-staters.
Alas, us girls at Dove have been having our fun. Always adventures in California, that is for sure.
Here are some pictures of San Diego that I took from Coronado.
Out comes the truth: I miss my Boston boys. I've been trying to dig the California boys, the hair, the tans, the uber chillness; but I can't. A part of me is insistent on not falling for their smooth ways. I miss the straightforward assholes I've come to love so well. California is beautiful, pretty, sunny, and fun... but sometimes it seems it's a lot of goodness but no backbone. Nearly every guy I've been attracted to has been from some other state. I even shudder to mention this, but I have sunk to an ALL TIME LOW. I'm even finding Yankee fans attractive. YANKEE FANS! That alone may cause God to smite me with children who choose the yanks over the sox. It's come to the point where if I see a NY hat, I take another look simply because I know they're probably not from California. My standards have lowered. In fact, they're scraping bottom barrel. Either I need to continue surrounding myself with Northeasterns to ground me every few days, or I just need to move back to the city I miss and love