Boys.... are sandwiches.

I should start by saying; I'm currently a little bitter and tired. And not tired as in I need sleep, but tired as in I'm a little over boys. And so this blog will be a little bitter. But we'll do what we can.

Ever think about a great sandwich? Ever really stop and consider it? Think about all the things are you're going to put on it, imagine how it will look, how it will smell, how it will feel in your hands. Sure you have, we all have. It might not necessarily come after a sandwich drought, you may have had a pretty good sandwich yesterday. But now you are thinking about this one sandwich and how amazing it will taste.

But, alas, it doesn't happen. Maybe it's ok, maybe it's not what you wanted at all, but it in no way lives up to your expectations. Maybe you don't get the sandwich at all. The point is, you had all these high hopes for this sandwich, most of which were based in reality somewhere; a remembered smell, a fleeting glance, but they all come crashing down around you. It's not your fault, it's not the fault of the sandwich. (Though it's more likely to be the fault of the sandwich than you) For whatever reason, it just doesn't work out.

Just like boys.

You build them up in your head, to dizzying heights, and eventually it has to come tumbling down. Maybe the illusion lasts for a while. Maybe all those scenarios you saw in your head come true. But it won't last. This is because there is another way in which boys are like sandwiches...

Eventually, they'll go bad. While each individual case is different and has many factors influencing it, every sandwich and every boy will eventually become gross and unhealthy and downright bad for you.

They'll probably smell pretty awful too.