Boys are different from girls. Girls like to be cozy all the time but boys don't. First of all, they like to get all close to you like a coiled-up rubber band, but after a while, they get fed up with being too coiled and need to stretch away to their full stretchiness. Then, after a bit of on-their-…
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Quotes tagged ‘Dating’
I need a boy who thinks with his big head, not his little one. Since they do not exist, I have fashioned my own
I don't settle in any other area of my life when it comes to excellence, so why should I lower my standards when it comes to boys?
Thanks to Scoop, I've learned a lot about how the male mind works, and as a result I've been having nightmares for months.
Do real boys actually call girls baby? I don't have enough experience to know. I do know that if a guy ever called me baby, I'd probably laugh in his face. Or choke him.
Yes, boys are a little like shoes. Why? Well...They can be useful. But mainly...They are nice to look at. Getting the right one can be a lovely accessory to an outfit. There are times when you couldn't do without them. And there are times when you'd rather do without them. Get the wrong ones and the…
The more boys I meet, the more I love my dog.
Beautiful face. Beautiful body. Horrible attitude. It was the holy trinity of hot boys.
Antidepressants. The thought of this girl actually being depressed made me want to grab the whole planet and throw it into the sun. Well, more than usual anyway.
I get down on my knees every morning and give eternal thanks for the existence of girls in a otherwise pointless universe.
I'm never good at first dates, I talk too much, Look away when his eyes find mine. I release awkward smiles Smiles that introduce him to the twelve year old in me. Smiles that coyly answer the questions He discreetly asked from me.
I never knew I was capable of being ridiculous over a man. It's a relief.
Wear this, don't wear that. Do this chore now and do this chore when you get a chance and by that I mean now. And definitely, definitely give up the things you love fro me, so I will have proof that you love me best. It's the female pissing contest -- as we swan around our book clubs and our cocktai…
Give me a man with a little fight in him, a man who calls me on my bullshit. (But who also kind of likes my bullshit.) And yet: Don't land me in one of those relationships where we're always pecking at each other, disguising insults as jokes, rolling our eyes and "playfully" scrapping in front of ou…
The worst feeling: when you just have to wait and prepare yourself for the lie.
You suffer through the night with the perfect-on-paper man. The stutter of jokes misunderstood, the witty remarks lobbed and missed. Or maybe he understands that you’ve made a witty remark but, unsure of what to do with it, he holds it in his hand like some bit of conversational phlegm he will wipe…
So I know I am right not to settle, but it doesn’t make me feel better as my friends pair off and I stay home on Friday night with a bottle of wine and make myself an extravagant meal and tell myself, This is perfect, as if I’m the one dating me.
Men always say that as the defining compliment, don’t they? She’s a cool girl. Being the Cool Girl means I am a hot, brilliant, funny woman who adores football, poker, dirty jokes, and burping, who plays video games, drinks cheap beer, loves threesomes and anal sex, and jams hot dogs and hamburgers…
When you smile, I melt inside. I'm not worthy for a minute of your time.
I really wish it were only me and you. I'm jealous of everybody in the room.