consider yourself warned

The NY Observer introduces us to another word in the "why boys suck" vernacular:

The Homme Fatale.

It basically translates into an artsy guy who woos you, and then dumps you. Yeah, I wish they would have just said "douchebag," too. Anyway, here's part of the definition:

Often the creative type, he projects a deceptive vulnerability, while maintaining an appealing confidence. He’s usually not the best-looking guy in the room, but he is the smartest; he turns these traits to his advantage, playing up the contrast with the typical hot guy or womanizer (physical inferiority, emotional evolvement). His courtship begins with a rushed sense of intimacy and, yet, a disarming lack of forward physical advances; a first date might involve a game of Scrabble or perhaps a cup of tea; his target usually leaves wondering if in fact it was a date at all. And yet the story always has the same ending—he grows distant, stops calling and eventually disappears with little explanation, if any.

From personal experience, let me say there is usually sushi involved in the equation. Possibly Moroccan food as well.

Sigh.

Can't live with 'em, can't live without 'em.

(via Jezebel)