So, it's Valentines day and I thought I'd share with you children a short story.
So it was Autumn/Summer of 2010 and I was doing my DofE (Duke of Edinburgh's award - basically walking and map reading and camping and freezing your ass off in a tent). We were setting up camp for the night and my friend started telling me that everyone had been trying to get me together with this guy, she constantly told me that she had been hinting the fact that I had nice boobs to him all night. (FYI we never got together)
Now that I look back I realise that I should have told her this:
I don't want a guy to like me just because I have good boobs or a nice body. I want him to love my laugh, my smile, the way my mind works. Not something superficial, something with deeper meaning. We don't live in the 18th Century! And if the way I look is his reason for liking me. Then screw him.
We all deserve a guy who likes us for us.
Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
Where can I find,
Someone like you?
DFTBA,
Your British Blogger,
Kirsten x
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