A lot about guys, the sadly needed lowest form of life (no offence to anyone exept...)

I hate being a blond haired, blue eyed cliché!!!!! Everyone loves the girl with big boobs, a pretty smile and a quick brain, but do they know the heart that lies underneath the B38? No. Not most of them, anyway. Yes I am the "standard" of beauty. Does that mean that EVERY guy I get close to falls head-over-heels in love with me? Apparently.
I need Nick's calming words of reassurence. I hate whining but I need him to act like we're going out. Why do I love him? Why do I have to be pacified by his very existance?
He seems to be the thing I've always wanted, but never had.
(blue eyed cliché)
-- Post From My iPhone