Anti yay for singleishness. And I shall now rant about it because it is bugging me. A) I cannot stand most guys >< WHY ARE THEY SUCH ASSHOLES?! B) The above statement does not apply to Kenneth, Matt, Brendan, My dad, my Uncle, AFR and Worn...When he's not being an ass...which seems to happen a lot less lately -_- So have you ever read the surveys in like Teen People, or CosmoGirl or whatever (Yes, I like those magazines -_- I think I'm a sucker for gossip) and 89%(or whatever, I'm making these numbers up) of guys say looks don't matter, and they wouldn't break up with a girl if she didn't want to have sex and your personality is the most important part? PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFTTT The other 19% of those guys go to my school -_- Because the only girls who get dates are the hot, tanned, uber thin, sporty, ones who can manage to make the school uniform look hot. A.K.A. NOTHING LIKE ME! I'm tall, paleish(I tried to tan >< I just burn>< or get more freckles)And if I'm thin, then holy hell, watch out for flying pigs. And this is going to sound concieted, but I do think I have a pretty damn good personality. I don't exactly click with everyone, but still. I'm pretty darn cool, if I do say so myself. So why can't I get a date? Hell! Why can't I get guys to like me?! Theory A) I'm to hot for them...*laughs hysterically* AS IF! Theory B) All guys are asses I like this theory much better Theory C) I'm freaking mennonite, and therefore I won't be dating till I'm 30 This is most likely so far Theory D) I'm only 14 and freaking impatient.Yeah...Most likely BUT HELL! I AM ALLOWED TO BE IMPATIENT WHEN EVERY OTHER GIRL IN MY CLASS HAS BEEN ASKED OUT AT LEAST ONCE! JEBUS! Urgh. I do not like singleishness. It is not fun and I'm rather tired of it by now. I just want a guy to prove that all guys aren't the same So I stole that from a display pic So what? It's true All I want from a guy is someone to lean on, and for them to know that it's ok to lean on me to. I want someone to hold me when I'm cold, scared, sad, happy, tired. Someone who would hold my hands in the winter because I forgot my gloves. Someone who would bother to listen to what comes out of my mouth, and maybe see through to what I'm really trying to get at. Someone to be my Miracle Drug. Someone who can tell when I'm crying...Even if we're talking on MSN. Someone who cares and loves me for what I am, and not what I think I should be. Who doesn't care if I'm a little late because I was trying to do my hair, or if I didn't do my homework because I really wasn't in the mood. Someone who tells his friends I'm his Girlfriend and says it proudly. Someone who can actually make me believe I'm beautiful, when I'm standing there in sweat pants and a hoodie, with red eyes and a red face because I just spent the last hour crying about something, that probably isn't worth it in the long run. Of course, someone who can deal with my inherent craziness, and who might be a little crazy themselves. I want someone to snuggle with at night, and they WON'T try anything. Someone who would lay with me under the stars in the middle of summer at 2 in the morning, talking and laughing, and not worrying about whether we'd make curfew because it doesn't matter if we get in trouble because this was defiently worth it. Mostly I want someone to love me. I could skip all that up there and say I just want someone to love me. Wow ...That turned into more of a list of stuff I want in a boyfriend then a rant... o.o well that wasn't supposed to happen. ~Katie