In academia, where I spend my working days, most male professors and students are guys, not men. I think that’s one reason I became a professor. I like the surprise and fire in their eyes. I like their eagerness and curiosity. Guys are capable of swooning over a new writer they’ve just discovered, or of speaking passionately about some idea. They’re nothing but possibility.
That, to me, is a guy: possibility.
a modern love column on beta males WOULD reference (via meaghano)
I’m not sure if I’m still a guys girl — isn’t there a middle ground?