You know those kind of women who are too prideful to accept cheesy things?
Women like me, who hate to fall under the catagory of being easy to please.
I cringe when love poems/letters, roses, and chocolates are given to me, but when I hear about them in other situations, I get all light-hearted. I'm a hypocrite. I admit, I do love those kinds of things even though I'm not a hopeless romantic.
I've received a red rose from my lover.
It wasn't a special occasion: just random. I couldn’t help smiling as he approached me with it. As he slowly moved his arm forward to give it to me, I felt my blood rush, felt an absolutely retarded smile form. However, the words that came out of my mouth were exactly, ‘What the fuck, you freak!”.
I swear I don't know what he must've thought (I think he was actually satisfied).
Being the man-basher that I am, I think I'll always be guarded by my pride.
Will I always be reluctant to show my appreciation? I hope not. I think what I meant to say was, I'm such a lucky bitch to have someone like you, I bloody love you.
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