His muscles. He has to look good.
I like a guy who seems shy and sweet, like he wants to have a conversation.
We go on double dates, and I bring a friend for his friend.
He doesn’t really want me around his guy friends too much. Guy time is guy time.
We usually just keep it to the two of us.
It’s fun! He likes that I can keep up with his friends and joke around like one of the guys.
“When I’m with you, no other girls exist.”
“You’re a class act, the kind of girl I can bring home to my mom.”
“I’m so in love with you, it makes me go crazy.”
“You’re the funniest person I know. You always make me laugh.”
Something really home-y and comforting. Maybe lasagna or chili.
You go a little crazy and make everything you’ve ever heard him mention liking.
Something light but tasty. Grilled chicken, a salad, and a protein shake...?
I’d pick something we could make and assemble together, like tacos. I know we’d have a lot of fun no matter how it turned out.
I made one little comment about him being a mama’s boy...
He found a guy’s number in my phone. We fight so much, I need some back-up options!
I found a girl’s number in his phone again. It ended up being his cousin...
I called him, like, 20 times in an hour. I can be a little needy.
He sends me a box filled with my favorite candy, which he had to travel out of state to get.
He comes to my door and apologizes. He’s not above saying he’s sorry and talking out our problems.
He doesn’t. He plays hard to get until I cave in and call him.
He lets me cool off, and then offers to take me somewhere fun. He spends the date trying to make me laugh.
He stops checking out other girls.
He brings you to Sunday dinner with his family.
He mostly wants to hang out one on one.
He lets you see him without his hair styled.
My aloof attitude.
My hot outfit. [Read: my cleavage.]
My dark, exotic features.
I always look like I’m having a lot of fun. Because I am.
Somewhere bright and flashy, like Atlantic City.
Somewhere cozy and secluded, like a cottage in Cape Cod.
Somewhere adventurous, like a theme park.
His family is going to Florida, so we just tag along with them.
“I know you love him, but you don’t bring out the best in each other.”
“I’m worried he’s too immature and selfish.”
“I don’t like the way he talks down to you sometimes.”
“He just doesn’t take anything seriously.”