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Hi, I'm a Girl

Hi, I'm a girl. Sometimes I wonder if you forget about that. Sure I know how to work hard and get dirty and talk about cars but I'm still a girl. I just thought I should clear up some stuff you might not know or you might have forgotten.

Sometimes I like to dress up. I do my hair and wear heels because it makes me feel pretty (yeah, girls like to look pretty, I think it's because we all want to be princesses). But I don't have to look pretty all the time. When there are gardens to weed and work to be done then I will gladly get dirty and do it, but sometimes it is nice to be pretty. And even if I don't look pretty it's super nice if you open the door for me and help me carry stuff.

I also really like to laugh. A lot of things make me laugh. Life is funny. But sometimes I also cry. I don't always know why I'm crying but it doesn't really matter. And I don't always know what makes it better either. Sometimes I need hugs, and sometimes I need to be left alone. If you try to hug me you will find out pretty fast which one I need. This probably sounds weird but sometimes I just need to cry for no reason; there's nothing wrong and you can't fix anything to make it better because I just need to cry.

Also, I think boys are confusing and sometimes clueless. When you ask me out for coffee and don't clarify why or send me text messages that have pet names like "dear" or "honey" or when you talk to me a lot and give me a lot of attention (like hours a day) and don't clarify your intentions that is brutal on my heart. I read into things. Most girls want to get married and since you're a guy some girl is going to want to marry you (unless you're really weird...but we won't go there). If you're leading her on STOP IT.  If you aren't sure if you're leading her on or just being a good friend (because we do treasure good guy friends) maybe talk to her friends or your mom or your sister or some girl somewhere to see what she thinks.

I like to feel protected. When you walk beside me and listen to me and shield me from physical and emotional hurt that makes me feel protected and special. Yeah...I like that.

I like to have fun. I like to dance. I like music. I like adventures. I like new people. I like discoveries.  I like sunsets. I like flowers. I like it when you ask me stuff. I like walks. I really like flowers. And I like to know that you like me, as an intelligent person who you treasure as a friend. I'm emotional. I'm weaker than you. I might be smarter than you. I'm creative. And sometimes I'm clueless.

I'm a girl. And I want to thank you for being a man, for being different, and for putting up with confusing little me. Thanks for not always talking about cars and for opening the door for me and for making me feel special. It means a lot. Keep it up.

~Girl~

Comments

  1. Justine22 January 2014 at 15:42

    Absolutely! I love it.

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  2. Mandee21 February 2014 at 06:21

    Beautiful! Thanks for sharing and blessing us with your wonderful writing and thoughts :D

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