Shy guys like me, should be with gentle girls! They don’t have to be super pretty like models... Then again, this world has no real life model. If there were there would be an equation with factors for each person and everyone of them would equal zero, which means in this case “a perfect symmetry”. The perfect beauty is symmetrical; face, hands, feet, ears... Every body part would be symmetrical, a mirror copy of the other. However in the real world, beauty isn’t defined like that at all. All the figures, numbers, research of what makes someone attractive to the other is not predictable. It varies for each individual, it might be quantum physics or just a black hole. It sucks you in and you can’t get out, unless you ignore it by accident. The worse part would be sitting in your box, the whole time and suddenly your state is disturbed by someone outside, who took of the lit. That someone in my case, was she! She did that to me! The natural beauty said hello to me. We see each other every morning, while jogging and after a few hello’s she started a conversation. This led to dating and eventually I fell in love with her. Even though, she is my complete opposite I am sure that I’m in love with her. I haven’t told her that I loved her yet, because she is not gentle and likes to do things guys like to do. It is making me wonder should I tell her or not?
Scenario oneI shook my head. This is ridiculous, she’s not like that. She does love basketball, plays it with guys sometimes. Only she’s on a female basketball team, she loves to cook and eat fish. Sushi is raw, but she eats gently like a princess and she does wear dresses when it is warm outside. Then I heard a song:
“Honey, you’re home early.” She is wearing a female suit, jacket and trousers, but she also wears a tie. She walks into the kitchen and comes back with a six pack of beer. She puts her feet on the coffee table, while she grabs the remote and starts watching basketball on television while drinking beer.
She burps: “Want a beer too, sweety?”
Scenario two
“Sweety, I can’t reach the top shelf and I need that bowl to be able to put the salad in.”
I walk to the kitchen, sees an eight month pregnant lady on a ladder.
“Honey, you know that you have to be careful and rest. You’re pregnant and you can’t eat a salad it is raw food.”
“Yes, but I crave for something raw!”
#...I'm so glad that I'll never fit in...
That will never be me
Outcasts and girls with ambition
That's what I wanna see
Disasters all around
World despaired
Their only concern
Will they **** up my hair
Outcasts and girls with ambition
That's what I wanna see
Disasters all around
World despaired
Their only concern
Will they **** up my hair
Maybe if I act like that, that guy will call me back
Porno Paparazzi girl, I don't wanna be a stupid girl
Baby if I act like that, flipping my blond hair back
Push up my bra like that, I don't wanna be a stupid girl#
Pink – Stupid girl
Porno Paparazzi girl, I don't wanna be a stupid girl
Baby if I act like that, flipping my blond hair back
Push up my bra like that, I don't wanna be a stupid girl#
Pink – Stupid girl
I heard the doorbell and stood up. I opened the door and she stood in front of me in a beautiful red dress.
I smiled: “Welcome to my home.”
She smiles: “Wow, your house is lovely.”
I took her coat and hanged it up on a hook. We walked into the living room and she was looking around like a little girl, who is discovering a whole new world.
She was very cute, while she stared at me with wonder she asked: “Have you already cooked? I hope you haven’t. I would love to see you cook.”
I smiled: “I am cooking dinner, but most of it is already in the oven or in the pans stewing.”
She smiled: “So we have to wait now?”
I swallowed and I blushed.
She giggled: “You look cute.”
She started kissing me and I kissed her back passionately.
I stopped and stared into her eyes for a few seconds, then I said: “I love you.”
I smiled: “Welcome to my home.”
She smiles: “Wow, your house is lovely.”
I took her coat and hanged it up on a hook. We walked into the living room and she was looking around like a little girl, who is discovering a whole new world.
She was very cute, while she stared at me with wonder she asked: “Have you already cooked? I hope you haven’t. I would love to see you cook.”
I smiled: “I am cooking dinner, but most of it is already in the oven or in the pans stewing.”
She smiled: “So we have to wait now?”
I swallowed and I blushed.
She giggled: “You look cute.”
She started kissing me and I kissed her back passionately.
I stopped and stared into her eyes for a few seconds, then I said: “I love you.”
She started to blush, but she didn’t hesitate with her reply. Her smile made me shy, so I stopped breathing for a few seconds. She replied: “I love you too.”
It doesn’t matter what kind of person you are or what kind of person you think you’ll fall in love with. In the end it doesn’t matter. What matters is will the person you love reply with: “I love you too.” Giving your heart to someone else is something that will make you weak or stronger, but not risking it will make you wonder.
Wondering might be nice for a few hours, but when it goes on for days you might not stop. Then again, I’m an introvert. I think more instead of talking so I won’t stop wondering. What will happen next?
It doesn’t matter what kind of person you are or what kind of person you think you’ll fall in love with. In the end it doesn’t matter. What matters is will the person you love reply with: “I love you too.” Giving your heart to someone else is something that will make you weak or stronger, but not risking it will make you wonder.
Wondering might be nice for a few hours, but when it goes on for days you might not stop. Then again, I’m an introvert. I think more instead of talking so I won’t stop wondering. What will happen next?