Should Girls Ask Guys Out?

We wake up at 8 a.m. and head to the airport, as soon as we get there we get on a plane for three and a half hours. It is 9 a.m. when we arrive, I notice that we live in one of the main parts of California, LA. Luckily it's only Friday and I don't have to start school until Monday. So on saturday I wake up and decide to go out for coffee by myself. As I am walking I receive a text from my mom and at that moment I bump into someone and fall. I get up and and see a cute guy standing in front of me, I go to say sorry but he speaks first “Watch where you're going!” He exclaimed as he walked away. I didn't even bother to stop for coffee I wasn't in the mood after that unfriendly

It was the last last few days of summer before I started my Sophomore year of high school. My freshman year I applied and ran to be Sophomore class president, and I won. Before the start of school SGA (Student Government Association) had the responsibility to welcome and show new students around the school. While showing and bonding with new students I meet two new sophomores students named Ethan and Olivia. Ethan was a very attractive young man who was six feet and had nice dark hair, that was swooped to the right. Olivia on the other hand was a very short and pale girl who had orange hair that was very thin. Olivia and I both found Ethan to be attractive, Olivia made it known to me that she liked Ethan. It was the first day of school and

After all he was a complete stranger. I was fourteen and I felt like my life had been altered without my permission. I saw him once more after this initial meeting. We went to White Castle with my other siblings. As a child I struggled with my weight. I remember not ordering a lot of food. I didn’t want him to think I was fat. I made sure to be polite and engaging. I wanted him to accept me. I wanted him to like me. I talked about school. But I made sure not to brag about my good grades. He asked me about boys and although at the time there was a boy I liked, I didn’t dare tell him that. He laughed at my vague response and said he didn’t want to have to hurt some knucklehead boy. In that moment I felt safe, protected. It felt so good.

I thought I did something wrong. And I thought, ‘Well, maybe by meeting up with him… I was asking for it.'”

This semester, I read a book, which called “He’s Just Not That Into You.” (Behrendt &Tuccillo, 2006) The authors are Greg Behrendt and Liz Tuccillo. The book lists some women’s letters, which are mainly about the relationship issues. Then the author analyses the reasons in some specific case and gives them the advices. This book is suitable for every woman, especially for the girl who wants to look for a perfect relationship. The author hopes that all the female readers can learn something from this book: There is no excuse and reason. Do not waste your time to the Mr. Wrong because you deserve a better man. It is worth to be patiently waiting for the true love.

She reached over to the table beside her and grabbed the glass of ice water, sipping it before placing back down where it belonged and diving back into her computer again “Starting when I was around 3, I always had a constant obsession with one boy band or another. I jumped from one teen heartthrob to another over the years. Most of my conversations with my mother from about age 5 'til my early teens revolved around “my future husbands” as I called them.” Her fingers moved nimbly as the story began to unfold, “I would describe the life I plan to lead with them or the children I wanted to have. Within these conversations with my mom or grandma, they always managed to throw in things like ‘What if you bring home a girl instead’ or one would say ‘Well I can’t wait to meet this husband’ and the other would shout ‘or wife’ from the other room. At the time it made me mad and I would always respond with things like ‘MOMMMM I LIKE BOYS STOPPPPPP’ and storm out of the room. When I look back, I often wonder if they were trying to brainwash me or if they just saw something I didn’t, but it was a sweet way of reassuring me no matter who I love they would always accept me. At the time I never thought anything of it, I liked boys, boys were cute and that’s what the world had taught me. Girls like boys, boys like girls, and

“Puppy love” as often referred to by the wise old wits of adults who think young love is like a joke at a comedy club, it is good for the time being, but then grows old and gets thrown away in the grand scheme of things. But I had the faith with in my heart, like the faith of a Christian man through a time of adversity, believed that it was more than a summer fling, puppy love, I was very meticulous making sure each piece of the puzzle fit just right. But as time would time, playing God would result in me drowning in mental

On October 13th, 2013 I met the man of my dreams his name is Justin Fever, and he forever changed my life. I knew him in high school, he was the quiet guy and I was the popular gal. We actually went to the same college, and he sent me “DMs” and always Tweeted Me. His messages stated, ….. In college we didn’t have any classes, but he asked me out for dinner, and I said yeah, sure. We met for dinner at Sparrows Tavern in New York, highly expensive, but scrumptious. He made a joke about us two having a thing for each other. I panicked, and said “no” casually, because history has taught me that only bad things happen from there. As I slowly walked to my car on the way home, I relived every moment of this magical evening. He could be my soul mate, I thought.

During my sophomore year of high school, there was this boy in my math class named Preston Brown. The bell rang and dismissed the class, I got up from my desk and saw him smiling down at me. He asked for my number and we both exchanged it, I could tell he fell accomplished because his friends were cheering for him. Months later, he tried to make me interested in him by showing me his athletic skills and his gentlemen ways of treating a girl properly. I was interested in him but I never admitted my feelings because I did not feel ready dating him.

I was drain from all the math questions and decided to go home. As I was walking my way down the street, I heard running footsteps getting closer to me. I turn around quickly with fear and realized that it was only Henry. With a curious expression I asked where he was headed off to and with quick responses he said: I am heading your way, may I join you. Without a doubt I responded with a YES; we chatted all the way to my front door holding hands. I had to stop and asked where he was really headed off. I was shocked as he told me that he wanted to spend more time with me. Yet a sweet, but sour moment as I soon realized that I have fallen for my cousins’ best friend. How can I have fallen for my cousins’ best friend ran through my mind over and over again. My cousin practically grew to be my brother. He protected and helped me even though we were only eight months apart. I had so many mixed emotions and I questioned myself can I really date Henry. Its like saying can I date my brothers best friend. As the school session was coming to an end I decided to distance myself away from

In Perry County at Linden Middle School on December 9th I met a guy named Dylan Western. Dylan is short and fluffy, has blond hair and has 3 sisters. At that time I was with a guy named Lance Lair. He is short, has brown hair, and is an only child. Lance figured out that Dylan liked me and threw a hissy fit about it. That day I broke up with Lance because I was tired of his crap. That day Trevon came up to me and told me that Dylan liked me. After lunch that day Dylan came up to me and asked me, “Will you be my girl?” I was star struck that he asked me and I said yes.

Today was the day. I was feeling so confident. So I grabbed my brush and started screaming Taylor Swift's “Bad Blood!” I was at her concert! I wa on stage and jamming along with her! “Ouch! Mason stop!” My two year old brother was poking me so hard! “Wake up, wake up, everybody wake up!” he was screaming down the hallway. Tonight was the night of the football game. I was sure he was going to ask me out. “But whatever, boys have cooties” I thought to myself. Today is gonna be great! I was walking around school with swag and he looked at me! I had a wonderful time at the game and he actually asks

I remember when I was going to the middle school becoming a seventh grader and on the second day of school, I spotted my first love. Little did I know that he had a girlfriend. I didn’t pay her any attention because of the fact that I liked him so badly. By the way, they were on and off so I wasn’t stun nothing about her. Days were passing and I was watching him like a hawk. I didn’t know his name until one day, his homeboy came to me that morning and said, “my boy poke said wassupp?” I was blushing so hard but I played it off so I wouldn’t just throw myself out there to him. However, I said, “okay” meaning yes. He then walked away going back telling him what I said and that’s when I went to my 1st period class. While I walking there, I was thinking to myself “his nickname is poke.”

There was a guy named Stratton who was really good friends with my brother Marshall. Stratton started coming around more and more. I thought he was the most cutest thing that I’ve ever seen before. He was the only one I had my eyes on. Every year we go to the Kings County Fair and Stratton was there. I wanted to hang out with him so bad but I couldn’t because my brother would’ve gotten mad. My friend Haylee and I were standing by the cows when Stratton and Marshall came walking up to us. I got so excited but also nervous at the same time. When they walked up to us, I had the biggest smile on my face. Stratton and I started texting a lot more after that day. My good friend was Festa Queen for Easton. A festa is a Portuguese celebration. I needed

Dating is often a very stressful attempt; especially for someone that has not had the opportunity in a while. With online dating sites, they might feel more comfortable about putting themselves back on the market again. You are allowed to be in your own comfort zone, if that person is not use to single party life. Rejection can and may be felt; however, the chance of ever seeing the other person, or having to give a face-to-face explanation, is almost impossible.