The Order of Things
If you are a boy on a bike, I will check out your bike first. If I like it, then I’ll check you out. Then possibly your bike again.
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So, basically, you’re bikesexual.
Yes, a bikesexual. But lest anyone think that I’m a snob about it, or that the bikes I like are multi-colored, fixed gear, sans brakes, neon deep v rims, with those ridiculously tiny handle bars - let me say now that I prefer gears and brakes. I also have a soft spot for helmets and lights. (I didn’t get the nickname Mother Safety for nothing, my friends.) I’ve dated guys who ride road, fixed, bmx, mountain, hybrid, etc bikes. I’ve even dated guys who refuse to get on a bike at all (horrible, I know).
(ps okok-illtellyou is a dear friend of mine who is terrible stylish, charming, and witty. He was a founding member of the, sadly dissolved, Book are Better than Boys book club. His tumblr is worth checking out.)
