Saturday, April 25, 2009

The times, they have changed

When I was younger, I liked men who stood out in a crowd, who broke the rules, who maybe wrote poetry or sung songs. They usually had long hair, maybe a tattoo, probably a piercing. Most of them skateboarded or spent way too much time playing hacky-sack. They all had one thing in common--they were rebels in some way or another. Perhaps just in the way they thought.

Now that I'm older, I still think the bad boys are kind of cute, but not nearly so much as I used to.

The men I normally gush about being cute are almost always police officers. Show me a nice, crisp uniform and a gun belt any day and I am happy. Seriously, I got to deliver to the house the police have made their headquarters in the Tornado Zone last weekend and it took me three days to shut up about it. Never mind that I completely misspelled the name of the cop I delivered to (so much so that I made up a new last name). I was thrilled by the $5 tip. I mean, who doesn't like tips? But it was the nice, cute cop that had me smiling when I talked about it later. Even my husband was teasing me about this all week. He was amused.

If someone had told me ten years ago that I would eventually find the good guys as fascinating as the bad, I would never have believed them. Amazing how things change.

1 comment:

Bragger said...

How was the job fair? Any leads? I'll keep my fingers crossed for you!