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I'm considering just giving up with girls all together (please answer)?
Ok, I'm really pathetic. I'm 25, 5'9", 170 lbs, blond hair, blue eyes, and fairly good looking (probably above average). But yet I've never been with a girl, I don't think I've even had a girl interested in me. I've hung out with girls before, but once they find out that I like them they don't want anything to do with me (or they just use me). I've tried a number of different things, I've tried online dating, bars, work, school, meeting girls through friends. And no luck, I haven't even been on a real date. And I've tried not looking for a girl, spent almost 4 years doing that, just going out with friends and enjoying myself. Never found a girl doing that either, so I don't really believe in that whole "stop looking and you'll find someone". I guess I'm just not meant to be with girls. Do you guys think that some people are meant to be alone? Anyway, I think I'll just give up on girls, they aren't worth the headache and heartache.

Well I did meet a girl that CLAIMED she liked me and wanted to date me but she just canceled any dates I tried to plan. And then she ends up telling me she started seeing someone, so I think she was just ******* with my head for kicks.

Hey don't ever give up ok. It may be hard but I know for a fact their is someone out there looking for you. In fact every person in this world has a soul mate and sometimes it takes a long time to find someone. You are only 25 and you still have your whole life to find a girl. You might find her in a spot you have never looked before. Whatever you do don't give up. You need to have faith. The right girl will come. Just wait and see.

Which do you perfer..........?
which do you perfer blonds, brunettes, or red heads? girls give an answer 2.

Well, I PREFER (not perfer) brunettes, not only because I am one, but because I think almost everyone looks better as one...even some natural blondes. Blonde haircolor just makes everyone look more washed-out. Brunette is more flattering. Although, a natural red-head always looks better as a red-head and nothing else.

How do I know if a blond girl from school likes me?
hello,
well, I was walking to class from school when I noticed this blond with permed hair smiling at me as she was walking towards me. We passed each other on that day in february 2000. then on october 11, 2020, I was walking to the campus parking lot when the same blond girl smiles at me and gives a yes nod. I didnt pay attention after the initial glance, but I looked back at her and she turned her head looking back at me waiting for me. I went to my car to get something and when I looked back she wasnt there anymore. I walked all over the campus, but didnt see her. Do you think she's interested in me? I know its been 4 years already, but I want a relationship with this girl.

I cant say anything,only this:
It happened when a man cant be enough brave! What do u wait for????? U know, some girls,women cant or dont wanna do the 1. step. And i think, its urs, i mean men's way to tell it if they want something from a girl. So let u go shopping, buy a nice card with flows, and a big ,very tasty choch,and go home very fast. When u arrived, go into ur room, and creat a little, not long poem only for her! If u cant , plz search in the net. After u have to write 1-2 sentences abt her beauty, and abt what u like in her. After sign it, and do them into a sweet ,little box, and take a little photo abt u in it,too, dedicated for "the nicest blonde girl in the world", and plz dont forget to write ur phone number or email address in it!. Take this box into ur car, and go for a ride, around the campus,untill u will find her.Or take this box into ur pocket and bring it always with u untill u will see her again!!!! And if she is near u, dont waste any time,go and tell her some sweet word and give the box to her. After u can go, and i hope she will use ur address or number soon! Best luck! Maybe if u will try it, i'd be very happy if u will send me a mess, how was it....

Just curious: if I post my whole story, will you read everything?
“Remember to smile,” Sophia mutters in my ear as we stroll side-by-side toward the high school building.

“I am smiling!” I retort, quiet enough so only she can hear.

Sophia rolls her eyes then glances over at me. “Its our first day of school, try to be pleasant, okay?” she pleads.

I pay no attention to her, instead I continue to fake a smile and mouth “hi” to the occasional students who throw me a glance.

My first class for the day is English with Mr. Peterson, so I tell Sophia I’ll see her at lunch then slouch into the classroom, where I find all the students scattered around the room into groups of three of four, gossiping amongst themselves with no teacher in sight.

I cuddle my books and folders closer to my chest and scan the room for an empty seat.

“Hey, I’m Maggie,” a cheerful red-headed girl sings as she bounces in front of me.

I force my eyes to meet hers, “Hey, I’m Sara,” I reply, squeezing out the smile I had rehearsed many times.

Maggie glows with liveliness. “Wanna sit by me?” she asks, gesturing towards the back of the room; but before I can reply she grabs my hand and gently pulls me down the row of tables towards the back.

“Where’s the teacher?” I inquired, trying to sound bubbly but failing miserably.

Maggie takes her seat next to me and throws her bags on the floor beside her. Still smiling she answers, “Oh, he’ll be here. He’s usually a couple minutes late, though.”

I study the clock above the white board, at the front of the room; its already been a minute since the bell has rang, how much later was he going to be?

“Hey!” A tall, blond headed, girl giggles as she skips up to Maggie and I’s table. “You must be new,” she concludes, sticking her face so close to mine I can smell her breath.

I carefully scrunched away from her face, trying not to come across as rude. “Yes, I’m new.” I fake a smile. Why does everyone here have to be so friendly? “My sister and I moved here from New York,” I add, hoping she wouldn’t ask anything else. I don’t like sharing information about myself, its too personal.

The girl moves out of my face, but still slightly hovers over the desk.
I ease up a tad.

“Oh,” she exhales, “What made you leave New York?”

Exactly the question I wanted to avoid. “Uhh,” I stutter, thinking quickly of something to say. “We just felt like the city was becoming to overwhelming,” I lie, staring at the desk.

Maggie and the blond exchange baffled expressions. Then as Maggie opens her mouth to further question, Mr. Peterson strides into the room six minutes late. The blond quickly fumbles to her seat across the isle, in addition to the rest of the students.

English was long and boring. I mostly zone out and explore my mind, the blond chick’s question rolling around in my head, “what made you leave New York?” The best answer I can come up with is because of my parents’ “death.” I attempt to refocus back on Mr. Peterson’s lesson as the image of my parents car being pulled out of the ocean resurfaces in my brain. Even though I know they’re not actually dead, I still try to avoid thinking about it.

My next class is math. The blond girl has second hour with me too, so we walk there together.

“I forgot to tell you, my name is Charlotte,” she informs me as we take a seat towards the front of the classroom.

I smile and nod, “Hi.” I can’t think of anything else polite to say.

Unlike Mr. Peterson, Ms. Stacy, our math teacher, is on time and starts the lesson before the bell even stops ringing. She lectured the whole class, so that gave Charlotte no time to play another round of twenty questions. I was thankful.

After math I had gym, then when that was over it was finally lunch; I’m supposed to meet Sophia by the round table in the corner of the cafeteria where Charlotte and Maggie sit with the rest of their friends giggling and carrying on like a bunch of kindergarteners.

Sophia prances toward me, with a grand smile on her face, followed by a short hispanic girl and an sporty looking male.

“Hey, Sis,” I mumble, attempting to wave, but she crushes me into such a tight bear hug that my arm is forced down to my side.

I wiggle free then take a step back. “How’s your day going?” I question. Peering around at her followers I comment, “I see you made friends.”

Sophia smiles at me with the same lively glow Maggie had when she first introduced herself to me. “I’ve had a great day so far!” She exclaims. Gesturing to the hispanic girl she informs, “This is Annette.”

I smile and nod, Annette fakes a smile back.

“And this is Caleb,” Sophia says with importance, pointing to the hearty looking male who is now standing beside her.

Sweeping over his entire outward show I smile and nod, but Caleb doesn‘t acknowledge me, he just stares off with a blank look of his face.

Sophia analyzes me, her pale blue eyes so penetrating its as though I’m staring into cold ocean of ice. “Meet anyone exciting?” She questions me,

I really like it and I think you have a future in writing. I just wanna knows what happens!

Message to girls, give us guys a chance?
Its really funny to hear girls complain that guys play games and only want sex. Well im a guy and i message girls on this dating website, none respond, no one. And i had girls play games with me, we were supposed to go on a date.. she blew me off. But yet.. u girls think ur so perfect??I think girls are alot worse than guys because girls have so many emotional problems, probably have something to do with their menstural cycle. All i know is im level headed and mature. And girls dont like those kind of guys, nope. A guy has to be tall dark and handsome now a days, never blond and average like me. So girls i dont wanna hear u complain when at the same time all u do is blow of guys off, maybe ur too shallow and sorta into urselves?

Well that's only with some girls because am not like that at all. I am never in to myself,I think that's only with girls that think their to good. You know the pretty hair, nice body, and just everything pretty, beautiful,and nice.But Whatever....

New poem. Advice and opinion please!?
Don't say I need help it's just a poem. Please just tell me what you think about it and give me advice. Thanks

On the ground she lays
Motionless
Limp
And cold

With dried up tears on her face
And unstoppable blood flowing out her viens
With blood on the ground
Next to the blond headed girl
Carrying a knife in one hand
And a note in the other
Saying,

" you left. Broked the promise. For you always said you would be here for me. I let out the biggest cry for help, still you did not come. So I made my knightmare become real. Now Im a blond headed girl with one thing changed, I know longer have a pulse, a thud or a soul."

So take her under.
Under ground
With all the other dead boys and girls
For that's now where she belongs,
It's to late too changed that now.

honestly your poem is very dull... every poet has written at least something relatively like that in their lives.... dried up tears, blood flowing...lame sauce.... and I am fed up with knifes too! I rather hear about an ice pick! I dont thing you should of written the dialogue like you did...kind of breaks the poem. I'll try to jazz it up a little...just to give you an idea

Infinitely starring are the eyes that I have seized
The ancient tears have marked her face

My days of crying alone are over
may the new day rise out of spilled blood

i can now comb my long blond hair dyed with your life
Your limp body starts to harden as your soul is taken under

don't worry my darling for I too don't have a pulse
for my soul belongs to hell now, cheerio

and that poem is actually still kind of crappy..im used to writing abstract poems....well all i know that no one likes to read a poem that they've heard too many times before...usually if the poem and contact more to the reader on a emotional and phycological level...things go well

Do i have to bleach my hair if I'm brown headed and going blond?
I want to highlight the top of my head and dye all the bottom.. The little girl at Sally's didnt say anything about bleaching it.. She gave me 30 developer and the color and checked me out.. Do you think it will come out red or orange? I still want the brown on top so i dont have to redye it so much...

go to a beauty salon and ask

Please give feedback to my new poem. I need advice or opinions?
On the ground she lays
Motionless
Limp
And cold

With dried up tears on her face
And unstoppable blood flowing out her viens
With blood on the ground
Next to the blond headed girl
Carrying a knife in one hand
And a note in the other
Saying,

" you left. Broked the promise. For you always said you would be here for me. I let out the biggest cry for help, still you did not come. So I made my knightmare become real. Now Im a blond headed girl with one thing changed, I know longer have a pulse, a thud or a soul."

So take her under.
Under ground
With all the other dead boys and girls
For that's now where she belongs,
It's to late too changed that now.

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New poem please give advice?
Before you tell me I need to get help I just want to say I already got some. But this is nothing means nothing. Doesn't Mean I need help it was just on my mind. And yes before I was suicidal but that is taken care of Now.

On the ground she lays
Motionless
Limp
And cold

With dried up tears on her face
And unstoppable blood flowing out her viens
With blood on the ground
Next to the blond headed girl
Carrying a knife in one hand
And a note in the other
Saying,

" you left. Broked the promise. For you always said you would be here for me. I let out the biggest cry for help, still you did not come. So I made my knightmare become real. Now Im a blond headed girl with one thing changed, I know longer have a pulse, a thud or a soul."

So take her under.
Under ground
With all the other dead boys and girls
For that's now where she belongs,
It's to late too changed that now.

It's too late to change that now.
...sad
sad poem
I told him that he would not really be there for me
but as long as he answers the phone when
I call...
someone may scrape me up
before it is too late

OK, Here Are Some Dumb Brunette Jokes To Be Fair To The Blonde Girls...?
There was a blonde and a brunette in an elevator. On their way down, they stop to pick up another person also on their way down. When the person got on, the girls noticed that he was pretty cute. Unfortunately he had dandruff. Finally, on the way off of the elevator the two girls let the guy go ahead of them. The blond turns to the brunette and says "Oh my god! We need to give him Head and Shoulders." The brunette then replies "That's a pretty good idea, but how are we going to give him shoulders?"

A highway patrolman pulled up alongside a speeding car on the freeway. As the officer peered through the driver's window, he was astounded to find that the brunette behind the wheel was knitting. The trooper cranked down his window and yelled to the driver, "Pull over!" at the top of his lungs. "No!" the brunette yelled back, "Scarf!"

Five Germans in an Audi Quattro arrive at the Italian border. A gorgeous Italian brunette customs agent stops and tells them, 'It's illegal to put five people in a Quattro.' 'What do you mean it's illegal?' asks the driver. 'Quattro means four' replied the brunette. 'Quattro is just the name of the car,' the German retorted in disbelief. 'Look at the papers, this car is designed to carry five persons.' 'You can't pull that one on me,' replies the Italian customs agent: 'Quattro means four. You have five people in your car and are therefore breaking the law'. The driver replies angrily: 'Brainless idiot! Call your supervisor over - I want to speak to someone with more intelligence!' 'Sorry, 'she said sweetly: 'he can't come right now. He's busy with two guys in a Fiat Uno.'

Im brunette so have to give you a blonde-brunette mix joke.

Q. What is a blonde upside down?
A. Brunette with bad breath.
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!