For every girl that has ever been uncertain about what she deserves from a man, here is the article for us all. I made a list of things we all deserve because sometimes we accept less than what we deserve due to not being used to being treated well or other reasons. Now is the time to not settle and know twelve things that you deserve from a guy you date or are just starting to date or get to know.
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My boyfriend and I have been seeing each other for a few months now. He has come up with describing my actions sometimes as “psycho girlfriend.” As much as this bothered me at first I started to realize there is nothing wrong with my “psycho” actions.
I don’t monitor who my boyfriend hangs out with and I don’t care who he texts, I trust him, but I do watch other things he does.
I probably check his location about once an hour, maybe more if he isn’t texting me back.
This isn’t some way for me to find out if he is with another girl, it’s so I can ensure he isn’t dead in a ditch somewhere. If he was on Snapchat five minutes ago but hasn’t texted me back in 45 minutes, yeah I’ll call him out on it but I'm not actually mad. If he is with friends and not answering me, it’s cool. I just want to be able to make sure I know where he is and that he is alive on a regular basis.
I make him keep his read receipts on for me.
I don’t care if he leaves me on read, I just need to know he is seeing what I’m saying. Half the time, I text him random facts or thoughts I have throughout my day, those don’t always need a response back. However, I do want to know he is acknowledging me through reading my texts.
Yes, from time to time I will spam him and make him respond to my messages so we can make plans or I can know what he is doing with his day but it’s not like I plan out his every move for him or care if he is getting drunk with the boys on a Wednesday, not my issue.
I don’t ask for all of his time or anything. I know he is a busy person. All I ask for him to text me back on a regular basis (once an hour to be exact), for him to allow for me to know where he is at all times and to get one night a week with him.
I don’t plan to show up where he is or anything, I simply just like to know information and get a weekly time with him. I don’t care if I only see him that one night a week, I just want one night with a movie or dinner or snuggles so I can get my boyfriend time.
The rest of the time he is his own person, and I couldn’t really care less about what he does in that time.
She was born in the spring, but her name was Autumn. Her round, wide-opened chestnut eyes each sheltered a little snowflake that sparked when beads of sunlight dripped down her fine cheekbones. Each drop seemed like the tear of a phoenix or an unread message from the angel that she was. Her silk dress was so white it stood out when placed atop the snow that would have instantly melted in the 100-degree blazing sun that covered the city. Somehow, however, she was cold to the touch.
“Excuse me,” her voice rang in my ears after her arm brushed against mine.
New York City. Everyone walking over one another, distracted by the fact that they have somewhere to be. But the beautiful brown-haired girl in front of me forgot that for just a moment and apologized for walking into me.
“It’s alright,” I responded and smiled for the first time that day.
She was already smiling. “Are you also in a rush?” She slowed down and changed her pace to fit mine. We walked side by side.
“Of course. Who isn’t?”
“It feels great, doesn’t it? The rush?”
“Kind of aggravating if you ask me.”
“I woke up early enough and planned to get out of the house ten minutes later than I was supposed to. Just so I could feel the rush.”
“That’s crazy. Why risk being late?”
“It’s just school.”
“You go to the University?”
“Yes! Do you?”
“I do.” She was surprised with my response, and I was surprised that her smile could grow even bigger.
“That’s amazing! I’m a psychology and philosophy major,” she said, proud of herself.
“Artsy. I’m Autumn.”
“Nice to meet you.”
There was a brief moment of silence between the two of us, interrupted by car horns and feet shuffling on the cracked sidewalk that led to one of the entrances to campus. It was the first time I walked in there since the end of second semester.
“Ready for another year?” I asked her.
“Nope. I always come unprepared,” she laughed. And laughed. And laughed again. Her laugh became louder and louder as it drew on, blocking out the sounds of the city. She looked so happy. I remember wishing that I could be that happy one day.
And the moment she said she loved me, I was.
It was Spring Break, and we were dating. Our relationship began two weeks after we met. We ran into each other once again, and instead of apologizing, I asked her out for coffee. We eventually started studying together, went to parties together, spent time together with groups of friends after classes, and talked and talked and talked. We became best friends.
The two of us, as well as fifteen other friends, went to Key West, and we all stayed in an average-sized beach condo. There were definitely not enough rooms or beds to fit all of us, but that did not matter since we all ended up crashing in the main living room after talking all night long. Autumn always had interesting stories to tell us before we fell asleep, such as the time she saved a young boy from getting hit by a bus or the time she was a street performer and one of her acts became viral on YouTube. She showed us the video. We all thought she was hilarious. I, more specifically, thought she was perfect.
On the fourth night of our stay, after Autumn told us about the time she was chased by a murderer, we all drifted into side conversations, with many small pairs or groups of people talking and laughing, like how people do at parties. It was completely dark outside, and there was a full moon peeking through the window next to the unlit fireplace.
“A full moon,” Autumn said, fascinated.
“Let’s get a better look at it,” I told her after we glanced through the thick glass barrier that blocked us from the bright, white light reflected off the moon.
Autumn was heading to the door when she saw me open the window. “Clever, Caleb!” She exclaimed and helped me thrust the glass pane that seemed to be shut for over twenty years. She leaped out the window and rolled on the grass when she fell on the floor, laughing at herself the way she did the day I met her. I did the same, but instead of rolling on the grass I stood up and ran closer to the moon’s reflection on the water. Autumn followed.
I kept on running, my bare feet tickled by the white, powdery sand that I could barely see. My feet then met the low tide, and I continued running in the water until it was up to my ankles. “What are you doing, Caleb?” Autumn asked me, still laughing.
“I want to see the moon!” I told her.
“It’s right there!” She screamed, and I turned to face her. She was pointing up at the sky, the snowflakes in her wide-opened eyes sparkling even brighter than usual. I couldn’t take my eyes off of them.
“You are so beautiful,” I told her. The words just poured out of my mouth. She looked at me for a moment, stunned. She then smiled at me and looked back at the moon. I turned to it as well, slightly embarrassed. After a few moments I attempted to break the awkwardness that existed in my mind by running even farther in the water and she followed me. She then jumped on my back and we tumbled into the ocean, her arms clinging to my chest. This time, we were both laughing hysterically.
“I love you, Caleb,” she said.
I kissed her.
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.