We don't care if you talk to other guys.
We don't care if you're friends with other guys.
But when you're sitting next to us, and some random guy walks into the room and you jump up and tackle him, without even introducing us, yeah, it pisses us off.
It doesn't help if you sit there and talk to him for ten minutes without even acknowledging the fact that we're still there.
We don't care if a guy calls >OR TEXTS< you, but at 2 in the morning we do get a little concerned.
Nothing is that important at 2 a.m. that it can't wait
till the morning.
Also, when we tell you you're pretty/ beautiful/ gorgeous/
cute/ stunning, we freaking mean it.
Don't tell us we're wrong.
We'll stop trying to convince you.
The sexiest thing about a girl is confidence.
Yeah, you can quote me.
Don't be mad when we hold the door open. Take Advantage of the mood im in.
let us pay for you!
dont "feel bad"
We enjoy doing it.
Smile and say "thank you."
Kiss us when no one's watching.
If you kiss us when you know somebody's looking, we'll be more impressed.
You don't have to get dressed up for us.
If we're going out with you in the first place, you don't have to feel the need to
wear the shortest skirt you have or put on every kind of makeup you own.
We like you for who you are and not what you are.
honestly, i think a girl looks more beautiful when she's just in her pj's. or my tshirt and boxers, not all dolled up
Don't take everything we say seriously.
Sarcasm is a beautiful thing. See the beauty in it.
Don't get angry easily.
Stop using magazines/media as your bible.
Don't talk about how hott Chris Brown, Brad Pitt, or Jesse McCartney is in front of us.
It's boring, and we don't care. You have girlfriends for that.
Whatever happened to the word "handsome"/"beautiful"
I'd be utterly stunned by a girl who greeted me
with "Hey handsome!" instead of "Hey baby/ stud/ cutie/ sexy" or whatever else you can think of.
on the other hand im not sayin i woulndnt like it ether ; )
Girls, I cannot stress this enough: if you aren't being treated right by a guy, dont wait for him to change. ditch his sorry a**, disgrace to the male population and find someone who will treat you with utter respect
Someone who will honor your morals.
Someone who will make you smile when you're at your lowest.
Someone who will care for you even when you make mistakes.
Someone who will love you, no matter how bad you make them feel.
Someone who will stop what they're doing just to look you in the eyes....and say "i love you" ..and actually mean it.
Give the nice guys a chance
Every Guy who isn't a jerk will agree with this, so we hope that all the girls that read this will agree too
Girls :If you want to hold his hand, gently bump into it a couple of
Guys : Grab it if it happens more than once.
Girls : When you want to cuddle with him, tell him you're cold
Guys : Automatically move closer to her.
Girls : During a movie, if he puts his arm around you, tilt your head on his shoulder
Guys : Lift her chin up and kiss her.
*Loving each other
Guys : When she tells you she loves you, look deep into her eyes, give her a peck on the lips, and tell her you love her
too... And mean it.
*Laying below the stars
Girls : When you're both laying under the stars, put your head on his chest and close your eyes as you listen to his steady heart beat
Guys : Whisper in her ear and link your hands with hers.
this is how i feel. ^_^ music is my life so dont take it away from me. ok? -_-
here is 22 ways to make a girl smile...
1 . Tell her she is beautiful (not fine, or sexy)
2 . Hold her hand at any moment . . . even if its just for a second.
3 . Kiss her on the forehead.
4 . Leave her voice messages to wake up to. [[THIS ONE IS MY FAVORITE, DO IT FOR ME I'LL LOVE YOU ALWAYS]]
5 . When she is upset, hold her tight and tell her how much she means to you.
6 . Recognize the small things . . . they usually mean the most.
7 . Pick her over all the other girls you hang out with.
8 . Write her notes. (she loves them)
9 . Introduce her to family and friends . . . as your girlfriend.
10 . Play with her hair.
11 . Pick her up, tickle her, and play-wrestle with her.
12 . Sit in the park and just talk to her.
13 . Tell her funny jokes, tell her stupid jokes, or just tell her jokes.
14 . Let her fall asleep in your arms.
15 . If she's mad at you, kiss her.
16 . Give her piggyback rides.
17 . Bring her flowers
18 . Treat her the same around your friends as you do when your alone.
19 . Look her in the eyes and smile.
20 . Let her take as many pictures of you as she wants.
21 . Kiss her in the rain.
22 . If your in love with her . . . tell her.
here is one of my haikus, the japanese art of poetry.
Cherry blossems float,
the wind grows strong and love comes,
as their soft lips touch
Yo. some of you guys have already read most of it, but i'm makin a story. heres what it is so far...
She walked in the moonlit night. Her beauty surpasses all life as I know it. She walked toward me with tears in her eyes, as if I was a long lost love of hers. She leapt toward me, opening her arms. A embraced her. She held onto me as if she was holding her beloved. She pulled her head back and gazed into my eyes. Her eyes were like the moon itself; deep, mysterious, beautiful, loving. At that, she closed her eyes, and I wiped her tears. She wanted love, and that is what I would give her. Our lips had touched. As we found a spot to lie, she laid her head upon my shoulder, and I stroked her dark hair and put my arm around her. Her name still occupies my mind; Mist. At that moment, I thought we would be together forever. Then, I woke up. NO!!! NOT NOW!!! NO!!! PLEASE!!! PLEASE!!! And then, I wept inside hoping for that day to actually come, for that day to finally be here, and then, I wrote my haiku. Cherry blossoms float. The wind grows strong, and love comes, as their soft lips touch. I still remember that dream from this day… Another day in school. I can’t stop thinking of that dream I had last night. “Mist……why……WHY NOW?!?!?!?!?” People stared at me silently. Apparently, I shot up from my seat yelling out the words I was thinking. “Tyson, are you quite finished yet?” asked the teacher irritatingly. “Ahahahaha……sorry. ^_^’ ” “What was that all about man? You scared the HECK outta me!” “Sorry man, I was just…” “Just what?” “Just daydreaming…….” “About what?” “None of your concern.” “Well, focus on your stuff!” “Argh…. why me? Fine. Have it your way. -_-‘” My argument with Isaac hadn’t lasted long, but it felt like I’ve been fighting with him a lot lately…I wonder why. After that ‘eventful’ lunch period, I met up with my best friend; Luna. “Hey Luna, what’s going on?” “Nothing much Tyson, and you?” “Just another fight with Isaac. Nothing important.” “You need to calm down. Get any worse and you’ll get hurt.” “You always say that! You worry about me too much! When I first met you, you were such a shy girl, (one I admired at that) and now you’re so worrisome!” “I-I’m sorry” “Oh god…please don’t cry. Please. Come here.” And at that moment, I had embraced her, and I had felt the warmth of her, as I did with Mist. I held on to her and I whispered in her ear, “I’m not going to lose you again.” “Wha-” and then, I kissed her. She was blushing uncontrollably, and I realized that it was a flashback that had occurred in my mind from my dream, tying with reality. It was like a dream, only I felt it, and it felt…amazing. “T-Tyson? A-Are you a-alright?” Oh my god! What did I just do? Why did I just kiss my best friend? It felt like I was with my dream; Mist. My dream girl resembled Luna; mysterious, shy, loving, beautiful. She fit her almost too perfectly. I gazed into her eyes and said, “Sorry. You’re just too…” “T-Too what Tyson?” “Too…you.” “What?” “Forget this all happened...” “But-” “If you want, I’ll explain later after school.” And I darted off. She was staring in my direction, blushing and confused. After school, I was heading home when Luna came to me. “Please Tyson…I want to know what just happened. I-I think that I-I’m starting to-” and right there, I lost all control in my body, for again, I kissed her, and…I…I…enjoyed it…and this time…I think she did too. She blushed and I saw in her eyes that she wanted this for a long time. Then, she closed her eyes and held onto me. She said shyly, “Don’t leave me alone…please…I don’t want to be alone like before…..no friends…no love…please stay with me… PLEASE!” and right there, she cried hard while she thought of her past. And I came up to her, and hugged her tightly, wiped her tears and said, “As long as I’m here, you’ll never be alone…” and then, she kissed me for the longest time. “Luna…” “Yes Tyson?” “I’ve always wanted to tell you something, but I haven’t realized it until now…” “What is it?” “I…I…” “You what?” “I-I think I love you.” And then, she fainted. I brought her to my house. When she woke up, she was in a bit of bliss. “Hey Luna,” I said to her when I came into the room, “are you alright?” “Y-Yeah…I’m fine…I had the best dream of my life…I was with you…and we…we ki-” and I kissed her again. “It wasn’t a dream. It was as real as I am. Luna…” “T-Tyson?” “I will always be with you, and I will always love you…” “Tyson…Tyson!!!” and she began to cry. I wiped her tears and said, “Please…please be with me.” “A-Alright…I-I will…” And I embraced her. As her tears ran down her face, she said to me, “Don’t ever let me go! Please!!!” “I will be there for you forever, even if saving you sends me to heaven.” I see Mist again...but this time...This time it’s different. I see her...but Luna was there too. There were two paths, each on the other. I walked toward Mist...but then Luna...Luna started to fade away. It then happened vise versa. I couldn't understand which one to choose. Then all of a sudden, a figure that resembled Isaac swept away with Luna. I ran toward him, but Mist started to fade again. This is hell...this is pure torture. What should I do?!? Do I give up my girlfriend, or do i give up my dream...why...why do I go through such complicating things?!? Why must I make such hard decisions? Why me...I love her...I love my dream...Why....why can't I just live my live in peace? Do I quit now? Do I get on with my life? Do i give up my dream? Do I give up my friend? What now.....and everything faded into darkness.....*Ring Ring* My name is Tyson Urashima (Ooh-Rah-Shee-Mah). I'm fifteen years old and my best friend became my girlfriend. I've been having dreams lately that have been bothering me, but without them, my story would be incomplete. It's hard to live my life, but I have my reasons... I promised Luna that I would meet her at her house. I rang the doorbell and the next second I heard a voice that said, “Coming!” as the door opened, I began to say, “Hey Luna, what’s up?” “Hey Tyson.” And she greeted me with a kiss that left me in a daze. “Tyson? Tyson, are you alright?” “Huh? Oh, yeah… I’m fine…” “Well, alright. Ready to go?” “As long as you are.” “Alright. Let’s go.” As we walked to school, we ran into Isaac. Right there, in a split second, I was consumed by rage, frustration, and hate that formed from the dream I had last night. “Ah!!!” “THIS IS FOR KIDNAPPING MY GIRLFRIEND!!!” “Wha-? AH!!! WHAT I DO?!? WHAT I DO?!?” “You took her away from me….and now…YOU’LL PAY!!!” “Wah!” And the punch flew into his are, and he tumbled backwards. “AH!!!!! MY ARM!!!!!” “Tyson! What are you doing?” “I…uh…” “Well?” “Long story short, he took someone dear to me, and this is my revenge…” “Who did he kidnap?” “Uh…” “Tyson!!!” “He kidnapped you! I can’t help myself! I’m in love with you…This is my revenge…I’ll never forgive him!!!” As Luna blushed, she said, “But I was never kidnapped.” “HELLO?!? GUY WITH A BRUISED ARM HERE!!!” “Oh yeah….sorry Isaac…I guess a dream got to my head…” “So he kidnapped me in a dream?” “Heh…well…about that…” “Tyson Urashima, you have some explaining to do!!!” “But Luna, I-” “SOMEONE HELP ME ALREADY!!!” “Shut up, Isaac.” “Tyson, tell me about what you dreamt about last night already!” “MY ARM!!!” “Luna…I can’t…” “TYSON!!! Tell me already!!! Please…For me?” “I-I…I don’t know if I ca-” “WOULD SOMEONE GET ME AN ICEPACK ALREADY?!?!” “I MIGHT IF YOU SHUT UP!!!” So we walked to school, as I was trying to explain my dream to Luna, Isaac clenching his bruised arm, and Luna, trying to understand what was happening. “So you love someone else…you love a dream…you love your fantasy…you love Mist…” “I love you,” I said, with tears forming into my eyes, “And there’s nothing that can change that…” “But the way you feel for this girl…the way you show you feelings to her…the way you show your love…” “Love is not a feeling; it’s an ability. Luna…listen to me…my ability to love…it is strong…and my actions will always be on you…I love you, and I will never let you go…” And I took her in my arms, with tears running down from both of our eyes. I looked at her, and she said lovingly, “Thank you…” and there, we kissed… and I held her in my arm, and as seconds passed, it felt like that it was going to last forever…