From some chick's myspace:
before, and always, id have many boys somewhat divided into teams - 'a' team, 'b' team, 'c' team..it worked out well for me to fill lonely thoughts or nights..
the 'a' team were the extreme hotties, mainly jerks, with whom the nasty games of "who can screw who worse" were played with, leading to drama, stemmed from insecurities, incapable of being real and open around another of the opposite sex who is adequately as physically attractive - intimidation..funny, how the ones im most attracted to, who are of equal beauty, are the ones im instinctively warned to stay away from..i dont trust 'em, automatically assuming they'll want to blow me off - AS IF IVE NEVER BEEN BLOWN OFF BEFORE - and the challenge in having a gorgeous boyfriend is high maintenance..ive had one too many model pretty boys..tall, dark, and handsome is how i want em and ill take em..
the 'b' team are the good looking nice guys to call for a date and warm-me-up-feel-good-to-soothe-over the-damage-wrecked-by-the 'a' teamers..these are the men who have everything i should want, but i dont..nor do i appreciate or want them due to immature ignorance..so they're used as back-up strokers who are willing to do anything for me yet get nothing in return..WHAT I WOULD DO to make amends with some of those gracious guys..
finally, the 'c' team are last resort boys that are forever told how special they are but strictly "friends"..the ones with no chance at anything other than desperate situation calls when feeling utterly isolated, dumped, devoured in devastation.. they're the ones that will always be there to talk to, cry to, release extreme emotions, others from the other team would never glimpse.