All I know is that I want to quit you, I want to quit this game, but then I see your face and all my logic goes out the window. I see your smile and all my strength leaves my body. I wish I knew how to quit you. If I could, I would.
These guys are cowards. And they don’t deserve my strength and my vulnerability and my beauty. So I think, I’m giving up. Not forever. But for now. I’m so tired of trying so hard with little success. I’m so tired of wanting love so badly, and never even getting to the dating part.
I don’t want to know how he longs to feel my body, but how he wants to touch my heart. How he wants to learn my mind, who I am, what I believe, what I think about, what I love.
Do NOT under any circumstances allow yourself to enter casual sex with a close friend or somebody you already have any ounce of remote feelings for.
A drink, or even several, does not mean anyone owes you sex. Or a phone number. They owe you nothing.
So several ‘almost relationships’ and heartbreaks later, I decided to become celibate and stop looking for love.
The problem with Americanized dating is that everyone falls in “like” but they don’t fall in love.
What social media ‘likes’ really mean. Does it mean they’re interested? Does it mean they’re trying to grab our attention? Does it even mean anything at all?
In a world of hook-ups and “I’m not into labels”, what is a girl who believes strongly in traditional romance to do?
You don’t do this often, or maybe you do, but you feel it in your heart and more importantly, your pants: you’re about to have a one night stand.