Then you notice the shark tooth necklace and… is that a manicure?! Red flag! Mating Habits: He's a disciple of pick-up manuals like The Game , and prepares for a date like a general plotting a battle. Field Notes: Remember that, to him, dating is sport. You're like Mount Everest in heels, a test of his manhood. To win him over for real, you'll have to be his equal.
Beat him at his own game and call him out on his tactics. Unless, of course, all you want is sex. That's fine too. Plumage: With a glow like the last day of summer vacation, the Surfer Boy is one of nature's great gifts to women.
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His sun-bleached hair, perfect body squeezed into a vintage tee, and ability to walk barefoot are, at times, awe-inspiring. Behavior: He overuses the words rad and gnarly. He shies away from anything resembling an actual job. He spends half the year in Tahiti…or something. But seriously: Have you seen this guy? Field Notes: The Surfer Boy might not be husband material, but he's super positive and fun. A few flirtatious months together can be a life-affirmingly carefree experience.
Behavior: This thoughtful and caring guy is always there to listen and is game for a quick detour into Bloomingdale's. You assume he's into men—all the good ones are. Mating Habits: He's the most nonthreatening male you've ever encountered, but just as you're starting to open up to him, something's off.
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Wait, is his hand on your thigh? So keep an open mind—he could be the greatest boyfriend of all time. Still worried? Here's a tip: Ask about his dating history. Ambiguous, pronoun-free statements like "there once was this person I dated" are not good. Behavior: The Cowboy builds muscle roping steer, hitting the gym and doing physically intensive weekend projects.
He's proud and traditional, and can wear a belt buckle like nobody's business. Note: Do not confuse him with the Suburban Cowboy, who, despite having never actually ridden a horse, dresses the part and enjoys grilling meat and yelling at the TV. Mating Habits: Rest assured, ladies, his rugged individualism extends to the bedroom. Field Notes: He may not be quick to share his emotions, but the Cowboy is an all-around good dude with a lot of love to give.
Mating Habits: He prefers young and impressionable women, and he takes a mate under his wing using a mixture of hints, tips and passive-aggressive suggestions. Whatever you're doing, this guy knows a much better way to do it. Field Notes: The Life Coach may seem sophisticated he might even remind you of that college professor you always had a thing for , but the bottom line is that this dude feeds off controlling you.
You're too good for that! The Man-Child: Kid Cudi, Plumage: Anything comfortable and bright. I love that jacket, and if anything ever happened to it, I'd be really hurt. Behavior: He is happy spending the night with his video games. Mating Habits: The Man-Child is looking for someone who is as confident with who she is as he is with himself.
If you're not a girl that wears heels, then don't wear heels. Field Notes: To be with this guy, you have to know how to have fun. I want somebody who can hang with that. His mother, Judith, was less skeptical. Like seeing a white dove before going to war. All his life, Norris could count on his ability to strike up a conversation with anyone—French or English speaker, black or white—based on this sigil. Hockey was a third language back in Montreal. Where they were headed now, it would apparently only be a third eye in the middle of his forehead, as would most things about him.
Based on sitcom jokes alone, Norris knew Americans were predisposed to dislike all three of those things.
I mean, good God! This is inhuman! The heat hit him like a wall. Sub- category: History. They were naturally sweaty people, both of them. Norris knew he could get his mother to break on at least this one point. Even his phone hated him here. His last hope was annoying his mother to the point that Judith might throw her arms up, turn them around, and book two direct over- night flights to Quebec. He smiled.
You just need to have less of them. Norris was just wondering how far he could go into an off- the-cuff firearms reform rant when they made it to the front of the line and a taxi miraculously appeared. Maybe it was the new country, the new job, but Norris had to admit that it was pleasant to see his mother so.
A full tenure-track offer was a rare stroke of luck; Norris knew that too. From the back of their cab and through the blanket of waving heat, Norris took in the city that was now their home. Everything really was bigger here, as it turned out. The buildings, the highways, the trucks. It made sense, really. With this much heat, you needed shadows. Austin was definitely a city with a very imbued sense of self, Norris thought. Maybe the rest of America had praised it too much as a child. She pulled another pamphlet out of her bag and foisted it on him. That South by Southwest thing?
Ooh, Elijah Wood has a house here! They drove past a high school—or rather, a ridiculously massive football field and a square building in the background flanked by yellow buses that Norris assumed to be a high school. The grass on the field was so green compared to the rest of the brown patches of lawn that Norris would bet his life it had to be plastic.
For all he knew, this might even be his high school. Every banner, every convenience store archway was in the same exact shade. Truly, an upsetting amount of orange. Was there even any orange left in the rest of the world? He was skinny and the back of his neck was peppered with brown freckles.
Burnt orange freckles, Norris thought. Norris frowned. When was the last time the man had used a verb? The driver chuckled. Norris had apparently entered a nonconsensual game of charades. Is that what the H is? Short for Les Habitants. The fun for him was apparently in the guessing.
Austin had legs going for it, Norris could concede that.
Deep down, she was a complete nerd. She made a living translating on the side but being in a classroom was where her first-generation nerdy heart lay. So: Texas. The cab took them to what appeared to be a residential area. There was dead grass everywhere. Dead and wet, as if it had been sweating. Always have!
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Especially after the drought we had through Christmas. Nor would he be ordered to begrudgingly shovel it after weeks of putting it off. Right now, one hour ahead, in a different time zone, his best friend, Eric, was probably practicing his puck on the ice rink behind their building—a flea market parking lot that the city iced every winter for kids. Whistler had been one of the carrots his mom had dangled in front of him when Austin had first crept into their dinner conversations.
You can absolutely still fly back for that! Judith had said. Canada is not disappearing, Norris. Neither is your friend. Another wrinkle that made returning to Montreal for spring break a necessity was that Eric was now gay.
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Not because Norris had an issue with it, but because with two words, a thousand conversations now would be remembered in an entirely different light. And now, here he was, two thousand miles away. Of all the casualties of this relocation, Eric was undoubtedly the biggest one. Well, second-biggest one. Anderson High looked nothing like a school. At least, not like any that Norris had ever seen. His mother did not seem to get that this was a decision that could come to define his next two years of existence. As their flight in had proven, a bright red T-shirt with the letter C on it was not the best way to fly under the radar here.
The fabric was already damp against his skin; he had only been away from conditioned air for that short walk from their new front door to the car that morning. God, what if he was dying or something? Mind reading: today of all days. Nothing happens on the first day back. Norris paused, shocked. In response to this clear ripple in the reality matrix, he imagined a violent car crash suddenly taking place on some distant highway somewhere. School was never optional in their household. If he needed a sign that she was as nervous as he was, this was it.
Tomorrow, Norris would be even more of an intruder to the school than he was now. Norris pulled a fresh, label-free black T-shirt from his back- pack, bundling the wet mess of his Habs tee and discarding it in the back seat. Those who conceive of it as "choosing masculinity"—in dress, activity, and identification with male figures and heroes—are no more likely to to be gay than straight.
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