Monday, November 29, 2010

More things Men Wish Women Knew

So Someone asked me why I don't do What women want or 10 things that turn women off kinda posts for my Love and Relationships Corner, So I'm going to say this again, I cant write anything relationship- related, All the love and relationship posts I get from a certain group of people and as it turns out most of the people who do stretch out to write relationship posts or send them over to me are actually men! Yes I could use a couple of writings from women about Love and relationships kinda thing, feel free to write to me laprincessaworld@gmail.com 


This Piece gathered by Joe D.



Express yourself. It makes us proud, even if someone thinks you're wrong.

You look hot in running shoes and shorts. And that top thingy with the stripes.

Bare, tan shoulders are underrated.
If you think I'm speeding now, you should see me drive when you're not in the car.

If you're truly interested in us, don't play hard to get.

Shopping is a chore, not an activity.
When I screw up, go ahead and tell me—once.

No question need ever be asked through a closed bathroom door if I'm inside. I love you less with each syllable you utter.

I'm hot for you, not your sister or your friend or your coworker
My guy friends. Not only are they not negotiable, they're your best sign that I'm not a whack job.

Don't be afraid to ditch the makeup. Natural is sexier.

Leave the eyebrows alone. Plucked ain't pretty.



You can have sex with us any time you want. Seriously.

I don't ask for directions because I'm just happy to be driving. Anywhere.

When the game is on, we will pay attention to you if you're nice about it. Bark, and we shut down.


We crave hugs and hand-holding too. And no, it doesn't always have to lead to sex.
But you can have sex with us any time you want. Did we mention that?

I just may lie to make you feel good. Don't be angry about this. You really weren't looking for the truth anyway.

When you get angry over some stupid little pointless thing, I question your intelligence.

You're really bad at faking it.

If I offer my help while you're getting ready, it means you're late.

Never ask me to pick out your outfit. (See above.) I will invariably get it wrong and make us even more late.

Giving me two or three choices, however, can be fun. Assuming you will change outfits in front of me. Slowly.

Err on the side of hot; I love to show you off.

Unless we're meeting my parents.

When you call us at work "just to chat," we're not really listening; we're checking our e-mail.

Spring means baseball and skirts. Doesn't need to be a mini-skirt; it's been a long winter.

Chicks who drink beer are hot. Better yet: chicks who drink beer and watch the game. Better still: chicks who buy us a beer during the game.

We don't mind being told we look good. Just don't call it a "cute outfit."

We love ponytails.
The first time? We're as nervous as you are.

A random unexpected grope is always welcome, even in public. Especially in public.

Make us laugh and we'll want to hang around.

Yes, I laugh really loud around the guys. And I always will, so deal.

Sure, men stereotypically like to solve a woman's problems. But a woman who solves her own while we watch? Instant erection.

You can pick the movie, but have a reason.
Do not expect to have a conversation via text message unless you use the words "naked" and "waiting."
Sometimes we wonder why any woman would want to be with us, much less someone as amazing as you. So, thanks.
Anytime you cook for us, we're happy.

If you can hit a golf ball 150 yards, we just might fall in love

No, I don't remember what he said next. Or she. Or anybody, for that matter. I'm a guy, not a tape recorder

We love you even more because you know we need to go out with the guys once in a while.

And we love it when you hang with us guys, too.

We have a keen sense of imminent danger. It sounds like, "Do you think she's pretty?"

Don't rely on us for keeping you up on the news.

Never say, "I know you better than you know yourself." Nobody does.

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