To never grow up means to have non-stop flights of fancy.
“Peter Pan” boys revel in their freedom.
Girlfriends are disposable. The ocean is full of fish.
The boys cast their lines to see what wondrous creations they can catch.
It is all for play, no deep thought is reached or given.
Their true love is the state of boyhood. Their desires are all acts of a physical nature, from arousal to relief.
Feelings for others is not required.
Always on the move, always out for pleasure, always gone before they have to reckon with any consequences.
These boys range in age from young to old. The title “boys” applies to their mental state more than anything else.
P.S. — This post was inspired from reading tabloid magazines while my daughter got her nails done this afternoon.
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