In Seventh Heaven

Been reading this Seventeen Mag for a few days now and i was kind of amused with the articles that i’ve read in it, some of which i want to share here with you. There’s a lot of them but let me start sharing this one. I know there are a lot of these kind of species everywhere so here it is to give you some hints.

He’s super-smooth but guaranteed to break your heart. Here are the telltale signs that he’s Mr. Wrong.

The Gaze. When no one else is around, a skilled player may look you in the eyes as if you’re the only girl to walk the face of the earth. But in a crowd, he is always scanning the room for his next conquest.

The Gimmick. Having two cell phones. “The homeboy phone” + “the girlfriend phone” = one sketchy calling plan.

The schedule. Players don’t work around yours — they expect you to be available when it works for them (even at a moment’s notice).

The entourage. That guy in the corner of a party with a gaggle of girls around him? ‘Nuff said!