how to charm me
for the record: i'm very easily pleased. i'm an amazingly low-maintenance girlfriend, and a fairly low-maintenance person in general. i'm just as happy to sit on the couch and be useless as i am to get all prettied up and go out drinking. but if you're a boy in a suit, a pony, something small and cute and fuzzy, a baked good, beer, a motor vehicle or something along the lines of a decent human being, it will really not take much at all to make me happy.
that said, sometimes, people exert a bit of completely unexpected effort that just knocks me on my ass and charms my socks off. here are two examples:
A) be a complete jackass to me at all times for about a year and a half. and then out of the blue, after you have moved far away, tell me you miss me. mean it. tell me again, to make sure i believe you and don't think you're full of shit. tell me there's no one like me, and that if you had the money, you'd fly me out to visit every weekend, and that even though you DON'T have the money, you still want me to visit.
B) tell me that you are rocking out, via air-guitar, to metallica's "orion." when i tell you that my mental picture of this activity is all kinds of entertaining, you take it upon yourself to make a MOVIE of your air-guitaring, and send it to me so that i can compare it with my mental picture. tell me you have a present for me (the movie) and refuse to tell me what it is, letting me find out on my own, and become totally pleased when i am all kinds of excited by the movie.
i know some awfully sweet boys. :)
that said, sometimes, people exert a bit of completely unexpected effort that just knocks me on my ass and charms my socks off. here are two examples:
A) be a complete jackass to me at all times for about a year and a half. and then out of the blue, after you have moved far away, tell me you miss me. mean it. tell me again, to make sure i believe you and don't think you're full of shit. tell me there's no one like me, and that if you had the money, you'd fly me out to visit every weekend, and that even though you DON'T have the money, you still want me to visit.
B) tell me that you are rocking out, via air-guitar, to metallica's "orion." when i tell you that my mental picture of this activity is all kinds of entertaining, you take it upon yourself to make a MOVIE of your air-guitaring, and send it to me so that i can compare it with my mental picture. tell me you have a present for me (the movie) and refuse to tell me what it is, letting me find out on my own, and become totally pleased when i am all kinds of excited by the movie.
i know some awfully sweet boys. :)