First and foremost, I'll provide a TL;DR legend here to remind you of the guys that I have been with along with their given nicknames:
- No-Flowers: My first boyfriend. We were a cutesy couple and everything was always endearingly silly.
- Pseudo-Prince: My second boyfriend. My would-be fairy tale relationship complete with shortness of breath and tormenting butterflies.
- Maxi-Man: The sweetest guy I have ever met who willingly went out and bought me pads when that time of the month rolled around while I was hanging out at his place.
- Dat-Bod-Doe: The sexiest, most beautiful guy I have ever dated. Gorgeous blue eyes? Check. Rock hard abs? Double Check. The cutest and tightest ass I have ever grabbed? Oh yeah, definitely check.
- !!!BONUS HIDDEN BOYTOY!!! Banter-Buddy: Okay, I've never actually dated this guy but he's a little relevant. We basically talked for hours on end about anything and really clicked well together. We were supposed to have a "casual date" but that never happened. Oh well.
I'll start with the qualities my significant others have provided and move on to my super glam-glam dreams.
Silly and Steamy
My dream relationship included someone who would tell me that they loved me in silly voices and who would add on to the silliness that I brought to the table. For example, if I were to playfully lick his cheek, I would want my S/O to either playfully attack me VIA kisses and/or licking back OR chuckle and proceed to kiss me passionately because he loves me so much. The latter response is, of course, not really categorized under "silly" but rather "Omg this gets my loins burning".
No-Flowers provided that childish silliness that made me laugh until my cheeks started hurting and Dat-Bod-Doe definitely provided the sultry, passionate response. Sometimes, Dat-Bod-Doe would give me a soft peck right back, leaving me wide-eyed and feeling giddy. I tell you, there's just something about getting a soft peck on the tip of your nose that makes you feel like one of those adorable red pandas that can't stop being cute for the life of them.
Travel
I would go to the ends of the Earth for the one I love, so naturally I would want someone to do the same for me. I do unto you what I would like done unto me. If I travel for 40min to go see you, I would expect you to willingly do the same for me, it wouldn't be fair otherwise. Thankfully, all my love interests have willingly (or at least, expressed the will) to travel just as much as I have.
In particular, Pseudo-Prince would drive large distances to see me or to pick me up and bring me back to his place. This sweetheart really impressed me even though his speeding had terrified me during our rides together.
Music
Why yes, my taste in music could be described as rather girly but I wouldn't mind a guy who loved listening to the same type of melodies as I did. And even if he didn't like some of my stuff, maybe he could introduce me to a new kickass genre that I didn't know I was missing out on.
No-flowers was able to tolerate and see why I would like some of the songs on my iPod, which was cool. However, Pseudo-Prince really stepped up the game. Not only did he appreciate and love all my nostalgic songs on my iPod, he also appreciated a certain boy band I can't get enough of. As an added bonus, he introduced me to liquid dubstep and I fell in love with it alongside melodic dubstep. I'm actually listening to Spirals (ft. King Deco) by Sound Remedy and Illenium as I type this blog post. I never thought I'd like dubstep and I never even knew there were subgenres of dubstep! This is definitely my jam.
Compliments
I can get insecure about my weight (yeah, who didn't see that coming?) and it's nice to hear that the person you find absolutely drop-dead sexy also thinks that you're smoking hot. Or sometimes when I doll myself up and I absolutely know that I look fabulous, it's fantastic to be complimented on how gorgeous I am. There's no harm in inflating my ego a little bit, dear s/o. If anything, in doing so, you'll make me twirl in happiness and hug you so tightly, you'll never forget that I love you so much. Uh oops, I just dropped the three little words. Are we moving too fast? My bad.
I remember always wanting to be complimented as "sexy" and "hot" since all I ever get is "adorable" and "cute". As a newly 20-year-old girl--oh god, wait, I'm a woman--I would like to be seen as a sexy female once in a while!
Mr. Maxi-Pads would sometimes just smile randomly during our skype calls and every time I would ask, "What?" he would respond with, "Nothing, you're just so pretty." or "Your smile is just amazing." Aahh Maxi-Pads, you can sure get my heartstrings a-tugging.
Dat-Bod-Doe would comment on how sexy my body was or how hot I looked. I must say, he made me feel very good about myself. He would also make little comments on how cute I looked in my dresses which would also reassure me that he wasn't only seeing me for my body. He genuinely thought I was adorable and my little quirks and antics amused him. Wait, do I sound like a weird pet now? Ah, he also called me beautiful for the first time ever the other day, which is hella great.
Conversation
Alright, here's where Banter-Buddy comes into the picture. Now, you're going to judge me for saying this but bear with me: I met him on Tinder. Yes, yes, it's a hookup app, blah, blah, blah. I was just having a bit of fun swiping around and talking to people, is that such a crime? Anyway, we matched and totally hit it off. He was looking for an "adult" relationship if you catch my drift (if you don't, replace "adult" with "xxx", no surprise there) and I wasn't looking for anything like that in the least. In fact, I wasn't looking for anything except maybe temporary company to waste away my boring night.
Banter-Buddy and I ended up chatting for hours and hours on end (I'd say for about 6 or 8) about anything and everything. It was truly amazing how there wasn't a single moment of silence between the both of us. It's unfortunate that I never ended up dating him since we had a great dynamic between the both of us. He told me that I was basically the female-version of him and how I was everything he had ever wanted in a girl. Unfortunately, since he wasn't looking for anything serious, we couldn't really start anything. That was cool with me.
My dream relationship pretty much includes endless conversations with my man and that dynamic I had dreamed of was provided by the one guy I didn't date. Great. (Well, Pseudo-Prince and I had a similar dynamic when we first started dating, but then that died out since he wasn't very fond of chatting online.)
Treats
It's a great feeling when someone pays for your lunch/dinner and before you start calling me a gold digger, I'll have you know that I would gladly return the favor on another date. I don't mind going Dutch on dates, but on a first date? Please show me you want to treat me. It just makes me feel like you want to take care of me. Plus, I did bake you a bunch of goodies before this dinner rolled around and last I checked, ingredients and electricity aren't free, buster.
Both Pseudo-Prince and Maxi-Man had treated me to dinner and they each spent quite a bit of money on me. I know mentioning money is quite shallow but even if it's being treated just on that first date, I'd be satisfied. I've treated my significant others to lunch and dinner and on top of doing all that, I also put in a lot of time and effort into baking them things that they would love to eat. It's a great reciprocal relationship and I hate feeling like I put in all this effort for someone who won't even want to pay for both our bills as a grand romantic gesture.
Treats
It's a great feeling when someone pays for your lunch/dinner and before you start calling me a gold digger, I'll have you know that I would gladly return the favor on another date. I don't mind going Dutch on dates, but on a first date? Please show me you want to treat me. It just makes me feel like you want to take care of me. Plus, I did bake you a bunch of goodies before this dinner rolled around and last I checked, ingredients and electricity aren't free, buster.
Both Pseudo-Prince and Maxi-Man had treated me to dinner and they each spent quite a bit of money on me. I know mentioning money is quite shallow but even if it's being treated just on that first date, I'd be satisfied. I've treated my significant others to lunch and dinner and on top of doing all that, I also put in a lot of time and effort into baking them things that they would love to eat. It's a great reciprocal relationship and I hate feeling like I put in all this effort for someone who won't even want to pay for both our bills as a grand romantic gesture.
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My ultimate wants, needs, and desires
I am a simple girl who is very easily pleased by the smallest things. Once, I donned a smile the entire day simply because I had used a fantastic pink, ultra fluffy towel that day after taking an amazing hot shower. What can I say? It was a pretty perfect forty minutes of my life.
I would love a guy who exudes and carries out all the qualities I mentioned above and also has surprises in store for me.
Flowers and Surprises
In my relationship with No-Flowers and Pseudo-Prince, I would constantly surprise them with little gifts (whether they'd be food or trinkets or something I programmed) just to see them smile. However, I never received any surprises back no matter how much I prodded. I remember nagging No-Flowers about surprises and he promised me that he had something grand in store for me....only to admit to me months later that he had completely forgotten about it and didn't have anything planned. I even asked him to get me flowers and he would promise he would....but never did. Yes, flowers can be expensive, but you know what? Flowers do grow in nature. Things that grow in nature are pretty...oh...what's the word? FREE.
I adore flowers, they're beautiful and they brighten up my mood but the idea behind the whole surprise-flower-gift is very symbolic to me. By picking that flower from the ground and handing it to me, you're telling me "I saw this and thought of you. I picked this because I knew you would love it and I want to see you happy."
I want someone who thinks of me as much as I think about them. Wherever I go, they're always on my mind. I'm always thinking, "What can I do to make them smile? What would make them just a little more happy than usual?" It's soul-crushing when no one puts in that little bit of extra effort to see you smile just a little wider.
My materialistic needs have much more depth to them than me being greedy. You can argue that this is all the media's doing and they're only trying to encourage consumerism to fill their pockets with money and I can see that. I see what you mean but I can't help but see gifts as acts of love because they require thought. I'm a huge fan of DIY projects and if my guy decides to make me something special, especially something I need, I would be floored.
Mind you, I'm not saying that I want someone to give me something every time we see each other or every other week, that would be ridiculous and way too expensive. Tiny gestures scattered here and there keep things fun and exciting.
Even surprise visits at work are really sweet. I always try to surprise my significant others with baked goods and surprise visits at work because the look of complete shock and love is totally worth all that effort. I remember one of the teachers at my school had a boyfriend surprise her on Valentine's Day--he had brought her flowers and asked her if she wanted to be his Valentine over the intercom. It was all so sweet and endearing, she couldn't stop blushing.
The little dreamer in me can only hope that someday my Prince Charming will be thoughtful, understanding, loving, giving, and perhaps other qualities I have yet to discover I need. Too far-fetched? Maybe.
...But if I can do all that for you, so can you.
My ultimate wants, needs, and desires
I am a simple girl who is very easily pleased by the smallest things. Once, I donned a smile the entire day simply because I had used a fantastic pink, ultra fluffy towel that day after taking an amazing hot shower. What can I say? It was a pretty perfect forty minutes of my life.
I would love a guy who exudes and carries out all the qualities I mentioned above and also has surprises in store for me.
Flowers and Surprises
In my relationship with No-Flowers and Pseudo-Prince, I would constantly surprise them with little gifts (whether they'd be food or trinkets or something I programmed) just to see them smile. However, I never received any surprises back no matter how much I prodded. I remember nagging No-Flowers about surprises and he promised me that he had something grand in store for me....only to admit to me months later that he had completely forgotten about it and didn't have anything planned. I even asked him to get me flowers and he would promise he would....but never did. Yes, flowers can be expensive, but you know what? Flowers do grow in nature. Things that grow in nature are pretty...oh...what's the word? FREE.
I adore flowers, they're beautiful and they brighten up my mood but the idea behind the whole surprise-flower-gift is very symbolic to me. By picking that flower from the ground and handing it to me, you're telling me "I saw this and thought of you. I picked this because I knew you would love it and I want to see you happy."
I want someone who thinks of me as much as I think about them. Wherever I go, they're always on my mind. I'm always thinking, "What can I do to make them smile? What would make them just a little more happy than usual?" It's soul-crushing when no one puts in that little bit of extra effort to see you smile just a little wider.
My materialistic needs have much more depth to them than me being greedy. You can argue that this is all the media's doing and they're only trying to encourage consumerism to fill their pockets with money and I can see that. I see what you mean but I can't help but see gifts as acts of love because they require thought. I'm a huge fan of DIY projects and if my guy decides to make me something special, especially something I need, I would be floored.
Mind you, I'm not saying that I want someone to give me something every time we see each other or every other week, that would be ridiculous and way too expensive. Tiny gestures scattered here and there keep things fun and exciting.
Even surprise visits at work are really sweet. I always try to surprise my significant others with baked goods and surprise visits at work because the look of complete shock and love is totally worth all that effort. I remember one of the teachers at my school had a boyfriend surprise her on Valentine's Day--he had brought her flowers and asked her if she wanted to be his Valentine over the intercom. It was all so sweet and endearing, she couldn't stop blushing.
The little dreamer in me can only hope that someday my Prince Charming will be thoughtful, understanding, loving, giving, and perhaps other qualities I have yet to discover I need. Too far-fetched? Maybe.
...But if I can do all that for you, so can you.
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