He told me to never cut my hair short because it would make me look too masculine.
So, I sent him pictures of three different pixie cuts and asked him which one I should get.
He told me not to wear red lipstick because it made me look like a slut.
So, I bought every shade from blush rose to maroon.
He told me not to buy heels taller than one and a half inches tall because it's unattractive for a girl to be taller then the guy she is with.
My favorite shop was having a sell on a beautiful pair of three-inch stilettos. I bought them.
He told me that I was putting on a few extra pounds and that I shouldn't order dessert on our next dinner date.
Did he honestly think I would say no to the red velvet cake that our waitress offered?
He flirted with the waitress, saying that I should "look more like her."
I wrote down his number on our receipt before we left the restaurant.
He told me not to leave my "feminine products" on the counter because it's embarrassing.
When his friends came over for guys night, I organized my tampons and pads nicely on the bathroom shelf.
He told me that I couldn't talk to my best friend of 12 years because he was a guy.
I invited him to watch a movie with us at the local cinema the following week.
He told me not to order wine at the bar with him and his work friends because he didn't want me to seem "trashy."
I ordered jack and coke instead.
He told me not to be a feminist because it meant that I thought I was better than him.
My new "GIRL PWR" shirt is my favorite.
He told me to be silent.
He told me that I think too much and that I speak what I think too often.
He told me nobody cares about what I have to say.
He told me that the things I say don't matter.
So, I wrote a poem about him.