Where did all the preferred finesse go? Where did all of the sweet guys who don't JUST want to get into your pants go? You know, the ones that are actually and genuinely sweet and devoid of any vulgarity/derogatory slander (at least in front of the girl they're trying to impress- no matter what guys will be just the same old slimy boys) or the ones that are not too overzealous at any chance they get from what kissing can lead to. The ones that go slow and are subtly sensitive enough about a girl's fucked up past to take it into consideration before acting douchey. All it takes it just one false move to kill perfection. And I hate that. (Perfection in my eyes doesn't have to be perfect, but it's a feeling that gets pretty close and a must in the beginning for a successful transition. And perfection meaning something that can be spun into something beautiful- give me a break, I afterall am a complete idealist and hopeless romantic)
I mean what is there a fucking sign on my head or our heads- us girls I mean- that say we prefer douchebaggery over the slightest bit of romance or even sensitivity for the matter? Romance and compassion doesn't have to be mushy because believe me, I do hate immensely mushy and cheesy things. They make me sick to my stomach. Yet girls do prefer romance and all that over a fucking tool. But then again us girls do tend to be attracted to assholes. But TRUST ME, you "boys" would have a whole lot more luck if you were more subtle. (I say boys because there is a huge difference between a real man and a boy- figuratively speaking of course. A real man holds so much more weight and there are so few in our lives that step up to the plate yes?)
What a trip. Don't you just loathe how everything's completely twisted and contradictory? I do.
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