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Author's Note: This is an old article of mine that got posted in Definitely Filipino. Just sharing it on here. Happy Reading!
First of all, I wasn't aware that I have grown selfish. I know for a fact that a relationship is supposed to be give and take, and I could've sworn I have given more than I took. I wouldn't feel unappreciated, unloved, and neglected for no reason at all. You forgot my birthday. You forgot our anniversary. What's the deal with that? I had to buy you a bigger calendar and encircle all the important dates. I had to key in alarm dates on your phone. I had to drop hints that maybe weren't too subtle to remind you. Men and anniversary/birthday dates just don't mesh well. I don’t know why.
Hmmn… I tend to overanalyze things… This much is true. I am guilty of that. And it would be very much of help if you men were direct to the point and not often leave us women wondering. So I overanalyze, but don’t you men oversimplify?
Yes. I do cry for unknown reasons – so don’t blame yourselves because most of the time it isn’t really about you. I cry whenever I see a sad commercial on TV. I cry when my favorite scene from a chick flick is on. I cry whenever you do something sweet out of the blue and you caught me off guard. Tears are not weapons against you. Whoever said that is a man scorned.
Okay, I know I like you. You know that. I think you like me too. But I would rather not make the first move. I just feel more confident if you do the asking. Take a hint and a bit of initiative and just make that first move. We could be good together. Stop sending me mixed signals! It boggles the mind.
Also, if you are not into me, will you just let me know? I can handle it. I believe in not wasting precious time. Why prolong the agony when the relationship is going nowhere or when things can never move on to the next level? It’s not as if I would run amok and threaten to cut your balls off and stuff them down your throat. Like I said, I can handle it.
Also, I love it when you call or send a text message. I know you don’t like sending long text messages, but even a simple “Gd am. I hop u r doing ok. Talk l8tr.” would make my day. Maybe. But I am not objecting to a 10-page love letter either.
Let’s be clear on one thing. I don’t compare guys I have dated and you shouldn’t too. Who’s-better-who’s-not is not a game I would like to play. Why not focus on the now? I don’t want to discuss who kisses better, who’s cock is bigger, and who’s technique is best.
Chivalry is most definitely not dead. I know there’s the gender equality thing nowadays, but I also want to feel feminine, safe, and taken care of. So I will not object to you opening that door or opening that stubborn jar of jam. I do not expect you to ride on your white horse and literally sweep me off my feet. But I will swoon with your romantic gestures.
Cockroaches freak me out and yes centipedes and spiders do too. It isn’t a ploy to get your attention and no, I wasn’t being a damsel in distress. Those legged freaks just give me the creeps. Knowing that you can protect me from anything even if is from those pests is a turn on. I know I can crush them myself, but you doing it for me is definitely sweet – my hero!
I could go on and on but then let me just say I could make a list of things I hate about you and still find myself writing a list of things I like about you but no – I am still not showing up to your plac... Read More