-*- From a GUY'S point of view: -*-

We don't care if you talk to other guys.
We don't care if you're friends with other guys.
But when you're sitting next to us, and some random
guy walks into the room and you jump up and tackle
him, without even introducing us, yeah, it pisses us off.
It doesn't help if you sit there and talk to him for ten minutes
without even acknowledging the fact that we're still there.
We don't care if a guy calls you, but at 2 in the morning we
do get a little concerned. Nothing is that important at
2 a.m. that it can't wait till the morning.


Also, when we tell you you're pretty/beautiful/ gorgeous/cute/ stunning, We mean it. Don't tell us we're wrong PERIOD!
We'll stop trying to convince you.
The sexiest thing about a girl is confidence.
Yeah, you can quote me.

Push us down on the couch and make a move once in a while.
We like that aggressiveness about you and we like the unexpected.
When we know you're really happy, it makes us happy too.


Don't be mad when we hold the door open.
Take Advantage of the mood im in.

LET US PAY FOR YOU!... DON'T "FEEL BAD"
We enjoy doing it (Paying for you). It's expected.
Smile and say "thank you."


Kiss us when no one's watching.
If you kiss us when you know nobody's
looking we'll be more impressed.

You don't have to get dressed up for us.
If we're going out with you in the first place, you
don't have to feel the need to wear the shortest
skirt you have or put on every kind of makeup you own.
We like you for WHO you are and not WHAT you are.
honestly, i think a girl looks more beautiful when she's
just in her pj's. or my tshirt and boxers, not all dolled up


Don't take everything we say seriously.
Sarcasm is a beautiful thing. See the beauty in it.
Don't get angry easily.

Stop using magazines/media as your bible.


Don't talk about how hott Morris Chesnutt,
Brad Pitt, or Taye Diggs is in front of us.
It's boring, and we don't care. You have girlfriends for that.


Whatever happened to the word "handsome"/"beautiful"
I'd be utterly stunned by a girl who greeted me with
"Hey handsome!" instead of "Hey baby/ stud/ cutie/ sexy"
or whatever else you can think of..on the other hand
I'm not saying I wouldn't like it either ; )


Girls, I cannot stress this enough:
IF YOU AREN'T BEING TREATED RIGHT BY A GUY,
DON'T WAIT FOR HIM TO CHANGE. DITCH HIS
SORRY, DISGRACE-TO-THE-MALE-POPULATION
SELF, AND FIND SOMEONE WHO WILL TREAT
YOU WITH UTTER RESPECT


Someone who will honor your morals.
Someone who will make you smile when you're at your lowest.
Someone who will care for you even when you make mistakes.

ENJOY A GOOD MAN...THEY ARE HARD TO COME
BY IN A DAY AND AGE AS WE LIVE IN WHERE
PEOPLE DON'T GIVE A SHIT....LONESTAR

Someone who will love you, no matter how bad you
make them feel. Someone who will stop what they're
doing just to look you in the eyes and say "i love you"
....AND ACTUALLY MEAN IT!
Give the nice guys a chance !!

Also girls stop thinking you can be the one to change him around.
I have yet to see a girl change a guy for the better.
Guys repost this if you agree
Girls repost this if you think it's cute

Every guy who isn't a jerk will agree with this,
so we hope that all the girls that read this will repost

Also, nice guy's dont always finish last !!!

My name is Chris

I am three,

My eyes are swollen

I cannot see,

I must be stupid

I must be bad,

What else could have made

My daddy so mad?

I wish I were better

I wish I weren't ugly,

Then maybe my mommy

Would still want to hug me.

I can't do a wrong

I can't speak at all

Or else im locked up

All day long.

When im awake im all alone

The house is dark

My folks aren't home

When my mommy does come home

I'll try and be nice,

So maybe i'll just get

One whipping tonight.

I just heard a car

My daddy is back

From Charlie's bar.

I hear him curse

My name is called

I press myself

Against the wall

I try to hide

From his evil eyes

I'm so afraid now

I'm starting to cry

He finds me weeping

Calls me ugly words,

He says its my fault

He suffers at work.

He slaps and hits me

And yells at me more,

I finally get free

And run to the door

He's already locked it

And i start to bawl,

He takes me and throws me

Against the hard wall

I fall to the floor

With my bones nearly broken,

And my daddy continues

With more bad words spoken,

"I'm sorry!", I scream

But its now much to late

His face has been twisted

Into a unimaginable shape

The hurt and the pain

Again and again

O please God, have mercy!

O please let it end!

And he finally stops

And heads for the door

While i lay there motionless

Brawled on the floor

My name is chris

I am three,

Tonight my daddy

Murdered me

And you can help

Sickens me top the soul,

And if you read this

and don't pass it on

I pray for your forgiveness

Because you would have to be

One heartless person

To not be effected

By this Poem

And because you are effected,

Do something about it!

So all I ask you to do

Is pass this on!

IF YOU ARE AGAINST CHILD ABUSE