Don’t do a complete 180 from being their friend to calling them beautiful, and being excessively touchy-feely.
I’ve seriously considered what it would be like to be a Vampire Slayer.
“Call me when you get there.”
Okay, all of the 1D boys are pretty darn fine, but while Harry is the “my left elbow is prettier than your whole face” kind of hot, Niall is the “your older brother’s best friend” kind of hot.
You want to know the secret about how to change your life? You get out and do stuff.
You are good enough, babe, you’re perfect. He’s the asshole.
There is a double standard here that makes a woman feel like any pleasure she can give herself or any knowledge she should have about her own body is wrong and worse, she feels like she could be punished for it.
Excuse me, but all you pitchfork-wielding pseudo-intellectuals can take a step back because aren’t you coming to see this movie for the same exact reasons they are?
She’s interested in a book or a movie that you just so happen to own? Let her borrow it. She’s cold? Offer up your jacket.