I cry over stupid things. I might shed a tear over a silly argument, a sappy movie, or a commercial with a dog in it.
I need a man who finds that charming instead of childish. I belong in a burger t, eating with my hands.
No matter California many times you tell me you love me, there will still be days when I wonder how the hell you could settle for someone like me.
I can shut down completely. I actually like to complain.
I need a man who admires me for it. I gossip more than I.
I need him to accept my nosiness. I just need time to rant before I can cool down and think things over rationally.
I just need more than mundane missionary sex at the same time each night. You immediately connect with an awesome coach on text or over the phone in minutes.
Just … :.