Like a text message or someone’s status. Everything was going fine until you accidentally came across something you didn’t want to read. Or found out something you were better off not knowing. It’s almost as if it was posted just to purposely hurt you. But you constantly read it over and over again to torture yourself. It sucks how one little thing can ruin your whole day.
I wish someone would randomly tell me little facts about myself. Not ones that I have already told them but ones they have picked up by themselves because they care enough to notice the little things I do.
|1. Coming to the door to pick someone up.|
|2. Trying to dress really nicely for a date.|
|3. Bringing flowers or other tokens of affection to the first date.|
|4. Going dancing that’s not grinding on a grimy club floor.|
|5. Straightforwardly asking someone out and not calling it “hanging out.”|
|6. Additionally, being clear about when you’re “going steady.”|
|7. Romantic gestures like writing poems.|
|8. Turning electronics off and just being with one another.|
|9. The general concept of asking permission for things.|
|10. Not assuming sex is to be had at any point in time.|
|by Kate Bailey|