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𝑰 _ 𝑌𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑡𝑦𝑝𝑖𝑐𝑎𝑙 𝐴𝑚𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝐵𝑜𝑦

There was this guy. This guy was beautiful, you know? He had this stunning blue eyes - shining like the moonlight reflecting in the water. You know, he was.. pretty normal, actually. I can remember, how is hair was, like, a sandy blonde, or, like, chestnut brown, I think. He always had those shirts with those buttons, kinda like, a flannel or.. a blouse. Always in light tones, like, bright blue striped, with white. And underneath he always wore a white muscle shirt. Sometimes he had glasses on. But, not like, he couldn't see or anything. It was just fashion, you know? And he had suit pants, always in beige or cream. I can't remember his shoes. But, I know, that he had a three day beard.

His life was pretty normal. Boring, you could say. He grew up in Nevada, but then had to leave with his family, because his dad got a nice payed job in LA; California. His dad was some sort of manager, or something. He always had his tounge louse, and would curse.

I can remember him telling us, that his dad treated his mother so right. How he slapped her butt, and how she always gave him what he wanted, like a beer or like, making him his favorite meals, and stuff, you know? Like a good ol' house wife. 

She was such a cutie. You know, how she always cleaned the whole house. And I mean those typical big american houses, like, those white ones with a garden, and a pool, and a dog. Your typical american family. Mother, father and son. Wait, correct me: FATHER, a dog, the son, the mother. He said his dad was the best, you could ever imagine. But he never was home. He always worked. And his mom stayed home, and did everything. I mentioned that he had a dog. It was a golden retriever named Birdie. I know that is a name for a bird, but don't get me started. He would always play with him. 

Oh, by the way, his dad cheated on his mom once. With his secretary. His dad siad, that it was just a one time thing, but I don't believe that. You know, what they say: Once a cheater, always a cheater.

He told us, that he wished, he would've had more time with his dad, and how his father always scolded him, when he cried. He said, that he can understand, why this happened, but sometimes, he thinks that his feelings never were seen as valide. Then he always switched the subject, you know? He never really wanted to talk about it. He saw his feelings as a weakness. I mean, who can blame him? He got raised that way.

It's like every man who goes to us, was raised that cold way. That cold, smothering way of denying every feeling you might or might not feel, and punish yourself if you were too weak to fight those. It's like seeing your sensibility, and your emotions, and your feelings as some sort of demons, and you feel like, you have to fight those demons.

His mother was a cutie. She had this long red hair and blue eyes. You know, he got his mothers eyes. She always wore heels, like, those tiny cream colored ones, you think, can go with everything. If she really liked to wear those, or if it was just because his dad wanted her to wear those heels, is unknown to us.

You know, I could go on like this for a whole day. Facts are, that he just was your typical american boy, who had a typical american life, with a typical american father, who seems to be an asshole. That's it.

What was his name, you're asking?

His name was James Hart.