what happened to the toughies?

it doesn't matter how tough you say you are, but at one time in your life you are going to become gross. utterly disgusting. disgustingly cute. you are going to become a girl. it happens. it will happen. you will fall for some man. boy. guy. dude. and it will happen. you'll be reduced down to squeals and giggles. you will oooh and awww and say things like, "he's so sweet" with your eyes glossed over and your heart fluttering. sometimes it will go unrecognized but believe me, your friends will notice. the world will notice. they will say things like, "you're in love." which may be an utter falsity but sometimes it's hard to tell the difference between lust and like and love. they all become a little alike during this stage. the stage where you will buy your man a dr. pepper from the 24 hour CVS. the stage where you drop your metal helmut, still in hand, and just let yourself be happy. you put down the knives. you put down the stakes. i mean it happened to Buffy and it will happen to you. i know that some of you are shaking your heads no right now and that's okay. but one day, you too, will smash an empty can of pabst blue ribbon on your forehead, just to impress him. just to make him smile. just like he makes you smile. and tolerates the noise of the angry washing machine in his ear at 2:03am when he's already said he's tired and you keep pressing your nose to him in the slow motion style kissing in the ending of amelie.

but it's okay. you can still kick his ass in thumb wrestling.  
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