Southern Boy Charm


There is something alluring about the Southern boy. That sweet look he gives you with his head cocked to one side. Those smiling eyes that twinkle. It could be the way his voice purrs and rattles when he’s speaking. Or the lilt that dangles from every sweet syllable.

But whatever it is, it can be dangerously intoxicating.

I grew up with Southern boys. Beautiful, sun burnished babies. They held my hand at the bus stop. They carried my books in school and they tried to kiss me behind the bleachers. Every move they make is soft, gentle and silky. They wear down your defenses with their charm.

Then they own you.  

It has to be something genetic, or something bred into them, that gives them a sensuality beyond their years. Perhaps it’s the hot lazy days of summer? Days so sticky and sweaty, even the flies move slower. Maybe the sticky, humid climate of the South seeps into their handsome heads? A Southern boy can feel like a cool cube of ice placed on the pulse at your throat, melting with slow cool drops down your neck to nestle between your breasts.

That’s exactly where they want to be.


He is flirtatious, easy going and laid back smooth. He has this uncanny ability to make you feel like you’re the only girl in the room, but don’t be fooled. Every girl he rubs against in there will have that same damp flutter. He’ll make sure of it.

What I love most about watching the Southern charmer is the cat-like precision he executes to reel in his next fish. Oh, you’ll put up a good fight, but it’s futile. Once you take hold of that lovely lusty hook he’s dangled, you’re a goner.

He’ll take his time and he’ll pull you in real slow. He will scoop you up and lovingly remove his barb and then…dump you in his cooler with the rest of his catch. To your credit, you have to be perfect to make it into the cooler! If he thinks for one split second that you might be too much work or not worth saving for later, he’ll throw you back in.

When the cooler leaves the boat, watch out! His one objective, his main goal, is to get inside of you, find out your innermost thoughts and desires and then make a meal out of you. With a little glass of Pinot and some Fava beans on the side, he’ll soon be smacking his lips, totally sated and ready for his next conquest.

He will leave a trail of broken hearts wherever he goes, but what a way to go! You will be so enamored, so swept away, that you won’t even know what hit you, until he’s long gone!

I’m not saying Southern boys never fall in love, because they most surely do. It takes a special kind of woman to coexist, rather than become another trophy on his wall. Yes, the mighty Southern giant does fall and they fall hard and deep. Until then they are a dance not to be missed and a chance not to be passed up.

A thoroughbred Southern boy on the make is beauty to behold.

But a thoroughbred Southern girl is a worthy match for his shenanigans. When she’s grown up in the same town as he, she already knows his game. I would hazard a guess that between the two of them they could create quite a stormy afternoon. She’s used to the heat and she’s already tangled with boys like him all of her life.The thunder will boom and the summer time lightening will illuminate every move he makes right before the rain catches him and reminds him to run for cover.

She’s brewed to stormy perfection.

The sweetest glass of tea has to be steeped just right to be crystal clear, strong but not bitter, and with just a hint of citrus to spice things up.

Where do you think those lovely ice cubes are going to come from?

Oh, would you look at that!….it’s raining.

About Madeline Scribes

A writer with a sense of humor. If anyone can laugh at life, it's me.
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12 Responses to Southern Boy Charm

  1. Regyna Longlank says:



  2. Michi says:

    What a creative post! Funny, I dated a Southern boy in Spain of all places. He was teaching English like me, but in the city. I was immediately drawn to his charm, accent, and smile… mmmmmm. Alas, all good things must come to an end (which was wonderfully platonic), but I still think fondly of the time we had. 🙂


  3. Kate says:

    Arghh, I met my first southern guy from the air force in Italy and he took my heart and i think he ran!! I totally feel this quirky read, thanks darlin’!


  4. True George says:

    some melting liquid trickling down the pulse of your throat slowly dripping down to nestle between the breasts….makes me wonder what took place behind those bleachers

    Liked by 2 people

  5. Suzan L Koester says:

    Love it!! I know all about those Southern Boys. . . .

    Liked by 1 person

  6. DebMo says:

    Evocative. Pat Conroy popped into my mind as I read this. I think it’s your writing style that brought him to mind–though of course, he was another charming Southern boy.

    Liked by 1 person

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