meh.
I honestly really, really don’t know.
(I'm a girl btw.)
I used to think I like badass guys, but now I don’t know if I like cute dorky guys.
Like, I would consider myself more on the badass but lazy side (don’t judge) but the thing is yin and yang, something like opposites attract. My mom is, well, more of a fiery and serious person, while my dad, more patient and all but funny. That happened with my grandparents as well so yeah.
I used to crush on this random guy that was pretty cool, like into soccer and all. (I think I have a thing for jocks ’cause I can actually relate?) He was nice and all...until he started bullying this girl for liking him. Honestly, I still liked him, but that woke me up to see that his personality probably wasn’t what I wanted in a guy. A
After that, I started liking another guy (not immediately after). He was really nice, like really nice, kinda socially awkward but a legit gentleman. He was also a sportzy person and he did sailing and all. So I liked him and all.
PROBLEM IS....I'M A TSUNDERE if you know what I mean so that basically means I'm the kind of person who bullies a guy I liked.
So I sat beside him in class, and 80% of the time, I was, well, "bullying" him. Don't judge me, people in my school had this thing called zapping, where you put all your fingers together, and jab it into someone's side or stomach (best spot above the ribcage) and I was really good to it, while kinda being immune to it. So every day, hahaha, I would zap that guy, who because of his lack of fat (legitly, he had a giddy six-pack...I mean WHAT), had a serious sensitivity problem when it comes to zapping. Lmao, I slapped him several times before (not proud of it, not embarrassed of it either) because he was annoying (there was once his glasses flew, yes I said flew, off because I slapped him...this one, I'm proud of). But still, though, he was really nice, and somehow tolerated my annoyingness.
So what's my ideal type?
Still don't know, but probably a guy with a certain amount of looks, smarter than me (street smarter or book smarter, either one), who is a jock (that's for sure), with good moral and values, and MORAL COURAGE AND HONESTY. (those 2 are the things I value most, for myself, so yeah, that's it :)
one more thing, I think I want a guy brave enough to admit he likes flowers:)
My smiling emoji
Whenever I think about my “Man” to be, I never imagine a handsome prince. Why would I need a prince when I am the one and only Princess of my mom. Nope I also don’t want to be the bride of a wealthy business tycoon(Christian of fifty shades I’d definitely a no-no.sorry man didn’t mean to hurt you). No ways I also don’t want an idol in my life, an actor or a singer whatsoever as I am my own favorite idol. And a brave muscular knight in shining armor is also not my ultimate dream destination.So all the biggies oops but you have no chance as I am strong enough to do all my chores. I am an average looking Ms glasses of my mom. A realistic one who believes in turning my dreams into my identity. So my man should be a fun loving guy who can make me smile in fact not even smile, he should make me laugh wholeheartedly even in the worst scenarios.I want anyone’s support, I just want his company. A one who can just be with.My Man should be my own personal smiling emoji.
Waving through a dream
I stand in a darkened room, the shadows are thick and seem to linger on my skin, clinging to my figure. Something shifts in the air around me, there’s a noise I can’t quite place, and then suddenly the darkness splits like a wispy veil to reveal him. A rough figure with strawberry blonde hair that tickled the edge of his brow, drawing attention to teasing periwinkle eyes and a defined jaw. There was something about the way he looked at me, as if I was the only person he was seeing.
I was knocked out of my dreamy haze, my dropped jaw snapping shut when he spoke, a lopsided grin dancing across his features as he waved to me.
“I’m sorry, have I interrupted somthing?”
I like to think I don’t have a type and that I love everybody for who they are, but I’d be lying to myself. For guys, I like them tall and fit, you know, not heavy set, but not stick-thin. I like it when they have a good sense of humor, always knowing when to crack a joke, but not making everything a joke. The ones who aren’t overbearing. The ones who respect the hell out of everyone, who don’t go looking for a fight.
For girls, I love the shorter, more petite ones, but I also love the fit ones who play sports, but it doesn’t consume their lives. I love long hair, but a boy cut is also hot depending on how it’s styled. I love it when they aren’t afraid to get dirty, when they just, put themselves out there and say “here I am, like what you see or stop looking.” The confident ones with esteem, passion and lust. The ones who don’t go overboard with makeup and nice clothes. The ones who are super sweet and care about everyone; the ones who love to joke and tease.
