This piece was not well received in class, but when read by individuals, I have been told that it is entirely satisfactory and a wonderful piece, an honest piece. I would like to say now that a term in particular is refereed to, but NOT the focus of this piece.

My personal beliefs about sex is that it is a sacred thing, not to be exploited or meaningless, and not something done with any random attractive, or unattractive individual. I am making this note before the piece, and not tacking it on afterward as an afterthought in the piece. The piece should stand on its own, as it is, and I will not alter it. If you are in any way offended by this piece, than I am sad to inform you that you have failed to understand it fully, and you require to either read it over again, or else never bother to criticize its contents.

Thank you,

Suzette Drake

Let me start by saying that I like guys. I like ‘em. Well all right, I don’t like all of them- but in general I’m either attracted to them or repulsed by them, or even find myself set into hysterics about them. It is the sad truth. School affords many faces, but few I’d actually bother with. I guess I should explain why. Here at Sinclair there are several type of guys. There are the guys that I’d date and he guys I just simply wouldn’t. I guess you’re wonder how, or what it is that decides my mind on this matter. I say my mind, because if I were to include he rest of me on this matter I’d bring up a third category “guys I’d just fuck” but there aren’t any of those here at School, so I just won’t get into that.

The guys I’d date are the ones who catch my attention- and remember this means capturing the attention of my mind and not just my eyes- if they only caught my eyes they’d be in the “fuck” category. The guys I’d date are the ones who are wit. Most of the time if you were to check their grades they are about the same, or much higher than my own. There are so many steps to reach this category from the others. Let’s go on to those shall we, and revisit the idea of me dating a guy in just a minute

This has many facets to it. Lets start with the ideas of a physical appeal again. Shall we? All right. In this category there is a sub category of not datable known as “physically not-for-me”. Sure this sounds shallow in comparison to what I was just saying about dating a guy for his mind, but I’ll fess-up and say that it does have something to do with his sex. If it did not I’d be writing about dating anyone in the school with wit- and this paper is about the opposite sex. For the most part here at Sinclair the guys I wouldn’t date fall into “the mob” that is there are just so many of them that they seem to blend into the mod of bodies that crowd the halls. Should I even bother to pick them all out? What would it be worth? I used to pick them out, try and pick out the clicks everyone belonged to. It’s not much worth it though, as everything is always changing. I can remember one guy who began as a quiet, unsure thing. The next semester brought him out as being a rocker. Her progressed to punk, adopted the gothic style later and last time I noticed he was raver. At least I never suffered to see him in Tommy or GAP. The trends sway and the mob of people I’d never date remains a mob. The mob does not catch my attention and therefore those among the Sinclair mob are among those I would not date.

Those I would not date does not stop at the ugly and the nameless. I’m close with many people. My closer friends are guys. I wouldn’t date them either. When I have found myself in positions with various member of the group there have been moments when they (only some and few) could have ever been anymore. The lines between this category and the others have sometimes blurred. For the most part however it is best to say, “Friends are not those I’d date”. For the most part it just wouldn’t happen. Friends have a tendency to lose their sex. I don’t smell them sweetly, unless like in those rare blurred occasions when we have gotten drunk. But that doesn’t happen at school.

The mind and the animal of me conflict as I look around me at Sinclair. I see boys, I see bodies and I try not to narrow the categories down to just “I’d fuck” because there isn’t anyone here at school like that, no one of those faces in the Sinclair crowd that this “bitch” would go for- not without some real convincing.

I guess that brings us back to the boys here that I would date. The boy I would date, well he would have to show me how he was not just another trendy in the mob. He’d have to remind me that caring about someone isn’t about the looks. Most of all he’d have to remind me that we are more than just good friends, who understand each other’s heart.

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