(Re-posted from e-blog from January 30, 2011)
I get asked what kind of girls I like.
(Rather than get asked out)
I like curvy long haired girls.
I like skinny girls.
I like girls with shaved heads.
I like girls with multiple piercings.
I girls with tattoos.
I like girls that have fauxhawks.
I like a girl that can wear a tie.
I like a girl in a skirt so short I can see a thigh.
I like a girl with something unique about her.
I like young girls and older ones.
I like a girl who needs me.
I like to cook for a girl and a girl to cook for me.
I like a girl who knows how to pin me to the floor.
I love a girl who’d hang on the back of my motorcycle.
I’d love a girl I could kiss all night in the falling rain.
I’d love a girl I could walk down the street holding hands.
I’d love a girl I can wake up next to and look into each others eyes and know without saying a word what said.
I’d love a girl a really long time,
(probably long past my time to expire)
(This was really deep for me to put up here, I may delete it because it opened up my heart and exposed the sensative part to the world)