Please don’t tell me that my eyes are beautiful, or that they are an ocean you can swim in all night. If only you knew how many men have drowned in the sea of bad words I had given them, if only you knew.
Stop making me barf each time you tell me that I’m not like any other girl. To be honest, the first time I heard it I was flattered, I thought I really was unique. Then the next guy told me the same, and every other guy after that. I’m pretty sure every girl has heard the same at least once before.
I often wonder whether there is a book you’ll read from before flirting with women, because everything you’ll say is the same.
If your flirts are not met with flirts from my end, then it means that I’m not interested in you, plain and simple. There is a huge difference between being flirty and being kind, and I’m usually just kind. If I like you, I will tell you directly.
Stop assuming that you are on my mind when all I think about is food. Food is a million times better – it doesn’t disappoint, or lie, or cheat, or hurt.
Stop making me believe that my boyfriend is a twerp, when you’re the real one. Stop putting bad ideas about my significant other into my head just so that you can have a shot with me. I don’t want you, why don’t you get it?
Stop being so obsessed with your bulky arms or your six pack abs. I’d rather be with a skinny guy with a bulky heart, than a bulky guy with no heart at all.
Stop believing that the world revolves around you, even Bill Gates is more humble than you.
Stop with the sob stories and show us the real you. We are fed up of trying hard to make you love us, without realising that you’ve got ten other women trying to do the same.
Get down on your knees and ask God for forgiveness. Stop playing with women’s hearts. It’s not a joke, you’ll are causing more pain than you know.
Yours truly (never), A pissed-off woman