She finds herself drawn to boys with beautiful brown eyes. The boys who can make her laugh with awkward comments & random jokes. She doesn’t fall for popular boys; she finds no appeal in them. She doesn’t go for confident boys, either. She ends up getting attached to the boys who don’t always know what to say. Boys who listen to the type of music she appreciates, those who respect her craft. She pays no attention to the rich, the cocky, the heartthrobs, the well-dressed. She falls for the dorky ones - those who don’t see girls like her as conquests. She goes for the boys who, in their own shy ways, manage to make her smile & make her feel her worth as a girl.

She likes how random, how irresistible, & how mysterious they are. She likes eloquence, she likes common sense. She hates arrogance, undisguised lust, & vanity. She prefers the quiet ones, those who loosen up after a bond is formed. She likes laughter. She likes respect; she likes appreciation. These boys, they pay attention to the smallest things she says, does. They unknowingly remind her that they keep those small things in mind. She prefers a cup of delicious coffee over expensive gifts. She can’t be bought. She can’t be fooled by material things. She likes sweet nothings. She likes pretty words, unscripted. The boys who speak these wonderful words, well, they’re the unconventional ones. The boys who most girls barely give second glances to.

She doesn’t feel flattery when popular guys give her attention. She feels special when quiet boys muster up the courage to talk to her, be with her, make her laugh. Pretty words, big brown eyes, shy smiles … These are what sweeps her off her feet secretly.

Innocent concern & evident worry from these quiet guys make her happy. She likes the feeling that somehow, someone wants to protect her in a way not most cocky guys can. She laughs at how dorky & cute the quiet guys are. She ponders at night, because of how aloof they sometimes are. & she smiles, she smiles at how simple they are; how they don’t see her as a token.

She likes the boys who give her an urge to write. Those who respect & admire her for who she is, despite rumors, despite hearsay, despite judgment cast on her by those around her. She likes how they don’t see her as “typical”. How they see past het hair, her clothes, her social life.

It’s her type … Her fetish, her weakness. Those pretty-eyed boys she can’t help but trust.