Guys point of view

My friend sent this to me in a email...

This is very cute! And even written by a guy! You might agree with it, but when it actually happens 99% of girls don't realize it 'til it is too late

and that guy who did it is so frustrated that he has moved on to someone who will take notice.

From a guy’s point of view:

We don't care if you talk to other guys.
We don't care if you're friends with other guys.
But when you're sitting next to us, and some random guy walks into the room
and you jump up and tackle him without even introducing us, yeah, it pisses us off.
It doesn't help if you sit there and talk to him for ten minutes without even acknowledging the fact that we're still there. We don't care if a guy calls you, but at 2 in the morning we do get a little concerned.
Nothing is that important at 2 a.m. that it can't wait till the morning.
Also, when we tell you you're pretty/beautiful/gorgeous/cute/ stunning, we freaking mean it.
Don't tell us we're wrong.
We'll stop trying to convince you.
The sexiest thing about a girl is confidence.
Yeah, you can quote me.
Don't be mad when we hold the door open.
Take Advantage of the mood I’m in.
LET US PAY FOR YOU! DON'T 'FEEL BAD' We enjoy doing it.
It's expected.
Smile and say 'thank you.'
Kiss us when no one's watching…If you kiss us when you know somebody's looking, we'll be more impressed.
You don't have to get dressed up for us.
If we're going out with you in the first place, you don't have to feel the need to wear the shortest skirt you have or put on every kind of makeup you own.
We like you for WHO you are and not WHAT you are.
Honestly, I think a girl looks more beautiful when she's just in her pj's.
Or my t-shirt and boxers, not all dolled up.
Don't take everything we say seriously.
Sarcasm is a beautiful thing. See the beauty in it.
Don't get angry easily. Stop using magazines/media as your bible. Don't talk about how hot Morris Chesnutt, Brad Pitt, or Jesse McCartney is in front of us.
It's boring, and we don't care.
You have girlfriends for that.
Whatever happened to the word 'handsome'/’beautiful’?
I'd be utterly stunned by a girl who greeted me with 'Hey handsome!' instead of 'Hey baby/ stud/ cutie/ sexy' or whatever else you can think of.
On the other hand I’m not saying I wouldn't like it either.

Girls: I cannot stress this enough: IF YOU AREN'T BEING TREATED RIGHT BY A GUY, DON'T WAIT FOR HIM TO CHANGE.> DITCH HIS SORRY DISGRACE-TO-THE-MALE-POPULATION ASS, AND FIND SOMEONE WHO WILL TREAT YOU WITH UTTER RESPECT
Someone who will honor your morals.
Someone who will make you smile when you're at your lowest.
Someone who will care for you even when you make mistakes.
Someone who will love you, no matter how bad you make them feel.
Someone who will stop what they’re doing just to look you in the eyes....and say 'I love you' ..........AND ACTUALLY MEAN IT! *****Give the nice guys a chance***** > Holding Hands- > Girls: If you want to hold his hand, gently bump into it a couple of times. > Guys: Grab it if it happens more than once.
> Cuddling- >
Girls: When you want to cuddle with him, tell him you're cold.
> Guys: Automatically move closer to her.
> Movies->
Girls: During a movie, if he puts his arm around you, tilt your head on his shoulder>
Guys: Lift her chin up and kiss her.
> Loving each other- >
Guys : When she tells you she loves you, look deep into her eyes, give her a peck on the lips, and tell her you love her too... And mean it.
> Laying below the stars- >
Girls : When you're both laying under the stars, put your head on his chest and close your eyes as you listen to his steady heart beat >
Guys : Whisper in her ear and link your hands with hers. Now make a wish about something you would like to happen Between you and your crush.... >
Guys: no grabbing!!!

Thanks Izzy!

Only Light

The frigid air biting at my bare toes.
The rough pavement scratching at my feet.
The wind slapping against my face.
Every few miles I look back.
Wondering: Will they miss me, will they know I left?
My legs begin to ache.
I sit by a shop window.
Eventually I fall asleep.
I dream of tall flowers in a field of green grass.
Butterflies and bees buzz around.
Deer prancing and playing.
Bear cubs taking their first steps.
I hear the rushing water over rocks.
Then the lighting clashes.
I wake up to the real world.
A world of darkness.
A world where I am alone.
There are no fields of green grass.
Bu if I close my eyes, I can go there to my world.
I can run my hands through the green grass.
The breeze blowing through my hair.
There is no dark.
Only light.

Second Best

I was always a protected child.
I never went to parties, sleepovers, and I never had them either.
I had the best friends in the world.
I was the best kid I could be.
Until I met . . . him.
I thought he was the, “love of my life.”
I was wrong.
I thought he loved me.
I let him turn me bad.
If I let our relationship go ant farther I bet I would of let him have his way with me.
We never went on a date.
I was always asking him if he was cheating on me . . . I was right.
He lied about his age.
He lied and told me that he loved me.
This other girl looked and apparently was better than me.
Will I always be second best?
A rebound girl?

Last Days

The doctor told me that he only had days left.
I decided to make them the best days of his life.
In the hospital is where we.
He held my head in his hands.
I gave him all the magazines he liked.
I read his favorite book to him.
I got him the newspaper everyday.
We played catch after school with the football, I wanted him to feel normal.
We watched all the movies he liked with him.
I brought his CD’s and boom box to him.
Then the doctor told me that they estimate that he only had one day left.
I cried for hours on end.
I didn’t know what else to do.
I asked him what he wanted.
He answered my question with one simple word, “you”.
I lay in the hospital bed next to him.
He held me close so that I could hear his heartbeat.
I tried not to miss one beat of that beautiful big heart of his.
Then his heartbeat stopped, he was gone.

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Hello everyone what's up? I'm Morgan a.k.a Riley. I write poems and books for a living. I love my friends, family, and my cat, Spice. You might remember m from my other blog v-random-things, so . . . comment on my poems and stuff.!