My Childhood Friend

Were I enamored by a pleasant fragrance, like a magnet, I would draw sniffers to me. If I were covered with filth, I would draw flies. A profaned loud mouth would draw angry ears. A childhood friend drew many girls to himself. On the other hand, they showed no interest in me. I inquired of him a reason for the difference. He said, "Some guys have it; some guys don't". To my annoyance, he never said what he had. And I only knew that I did not have 'it'. I think 'it' was some innate magnetism. Perhaps he had no idea what 'it' was. I only knew that magnetism was inside of him. He didn't put 'it' there and couldn't give 'it' to me. 101222PSCtest, Our Innate Magnetism. Unseeking Seeker