I Am Not A ‘Netflix And Chill’ Kind Of Girl

I am not just a Netflix and chill kind of girl. Not the Not the. Not the different types. No.

I am the kind of girl that wants you to take me on a crazy escapade to the backyard. Push me on the tree jive and tell me about your life, your hometown, your high school best friend. Causes take a walk around the obstruction. Causes skip boulders on the pond. Tells get in your gondola and go to a playground, take turns sliding down the slithers. Makes only play music and drive.

Take me somewhere. On a vacation. A junket to South Beach, a flight to Miami for Ultra Music Festival, air tickets to the Minnesota State Fair. Spoil me. But not ever. Im not a needy girl.

Take me to the little hole-in-the-wall Chinese restaurant on 53 rd and James. To the drive in movie theatre thirty miles out of municipality. I want adventures with you. I crave rememberings. I want us to look back through recordings of paints, me on your lap, your one hand on my hip and the other pointing to the photograph of us on the ridge of the Grand Canyon, my smile extended across my front like a little kids.

I dont want your coin. Not ever. I genuinely merely demand your time. I dont mind cuddling on the lounge for a movie. And I dont mind pizza, specially when its pepperoni, sausage, and onion, but I dont want the same programme. I dont require the Tv over the announce of your voice.

Some daytimes I am content just lying next to you. Not saying anything. Just feeling your heartbeat and pit, giving my knowledge amble to future dates, future recalls, future adventures. I dont ever miss something crazy. Some nighttimes I simply want to be around you and pals, tittering and propelling back beers.

No, Im not just a Netflix and chill type of girl. I want to hear about the interesting thing that fix you, you. Your biggest repent, how dandelions attain your nose itchy, that your favorite season is fall, or the time you divulged your toe going your best friends bicycle in fluffy slippers.

I want you to challenge me. Change my view on politics, on belief. Learn me how to correct a flat tire, how to say hello in six different languages, how to dribble a football ball.

I dont want to be borne by you. I want to spend my life making adventures with you. Etching our initials into tree rind and ridge surfaces, buying fifty-cent post cards from every gasoline station in the U.S. and mailing them to ourselves, trying beer in all countries, accumulating beach from each coast weve sauntered on.

I want to go to bed each night wearied. Wake up every morning replaced. I want to chase daydreams with you. I want to be the same reasons “youre feeling” young, the same reasons you love life. I want to be more than merely the girl youve verified every television incident with.

Dont get me wrong. I will watch movies with you, a pail of caramel corn between us, my foreman huddled against your chest, our legs intertwined. I will build strongholds in the living room, dress in my comfiest baggy robes, have marathons of Breaking Bad and destroy voluminous quantities of junk food. These stuffs will draw me happy, very. But not as exciting as living “peoples lives”. Not the same as sharing recalls and instants as goodeven betterthan whats on the television screen.

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