Tonight just started me thinking. It started with thoughts about the present. Am I doing everything in this life that I will look back upon and be happy about? Am I taking enough risks? Am I leading myself up to get hurt again? Next came thoughts of my past. Of a road I started to travel around this time last year, in 2006. The road that looked rather safe, but with every path in life there is a risk in going down it. When I got tired of thinking about that I started to think about the future. Of the things I want out of my life and the things that no one will ever be able to take from me. My dreams! So I thought of what I wanted in a boyfriend and then in a future husband. Some people may call me picky, but I call myself smart. Amanda and I wrote down a list of Traits in a Perfect Boyfriend. I was thinking about that tonight and I realized it isn't just the thoughts of two squealing sophomores. I knew should write down what I want in a guy personally. I don't need perfection I just need someone perfect for me. I believe god will help me find that guy someday. He won't be a boy and he will be nothing like the past crushes, boyfriend, and just plain confusing people.
Boys Beware: You May Not Fit.
I am not going to find a boyfriend through Myspace. Sorry if that bursts your bubble, but I want to meet someone before I date them and I don't trust people on the internet. I am the kind of girl that is sweet, I am not a slut or a prude or anything else idiots may say. In a guy I want someone who is sweet, not a player or a scoundrel. I get impatient when it comes to relationships. If you don't want me now, you don't get me ever. And this isn't a new policy. It is my nature as a Virgo that you get one shot with me and if you blow it then it is over. It is like getting into Harvard, I am the best and I deserve the best. I am confident, but I have bad days. Sometimes I need someone to make me stop crying and sometimes I just need to cry. I want someone to help me forget my past. To help not be afraid to love chick flicks; I want a guy that is excited to help plan a wedding when the time comes. A guy that I can see my unborn children in his eyes, and who can see his in my eyes also. A guy that isn't afraid to look like an idiot in front of people, yes even his boys. I want someone who will sing to me in the pouring rain, to be so dedicated as to wait outside my door all night. A guy that is more afraid of breaking me then breaking himself, who is willing to die for me. Someone I can go to concerts with and will wait with me to meet bands afterwards. A guy who loves to be a part of the band life too. Someone who loves music as much as I do, and uses it as a therapy also. I want someone that doesn't tell me one thing and then tell me something completely different and hour later. Someone I can fall into. I want someone patient and kind. Someone that gets jealous at the right time and doesn't brag too much, a guy who is willing to let me win Monopoly one out every ten times. I want someone who will hold me. Someone that will kiss me, to go to Boston with, to eat my cake, to watch me with amazement while I sleep. A guy that will support me even when everyone has turned their backs, and who gets along with my friends. Someone that will pull a picture out when he is with his buddies and already know that he is the luckiest person alive. Someone I can giggle about myself. I want a guy that has shaggy brown hair or blonde hair; it doesn't really matter. Green or blue eyes, and that crook in his smile. I want someone attractive, my type. I don't have to force him to do anything for me. Someone to teach my sons to cook and my daughters to play baseball. I want a nice guy, because they never finish last. I want a strong guy to protect me from haters and critics. I want a guy that will never break my trust or cheat on me. I want a man my father can be proud to call a son and my mother can see in my happy expressions. I am a senior in high school and I already know what I want. Sorry if you aren't it.
TO BE CONTINUED........
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