You're my sort of girl if you can see beyond the latest fashion trends, and you understand that something like guys kissing guys, actually means your guy kissing someone else, which is cheating, you understand that I wear what I want, because like you I am aware of fashions and trends, but I'm not a slave to them, and I don't just want to look like a clone of what looked hot last summer.
You're my sort of girl, if you appreciate it when I try to make you smile, when you feel down, and you return the favour whenever I feel low.
You're my sort of girl, if when you secretly catch me trying to smell your hair, you know it's because I love your scent, and not because I'm trying to identify your hairspray, to use on my own hair.
You're my sort of girl, if you know when I stand beside you, infront of the mirror, I'm checking out your beauty, not your jeans, to see if they'd look better on me.
You're my sort of girl, if the time we spend together is the best, but also if we respect each others independence, and know we don't have to be joined at the hip.
You're my sort of girl, if we never have to argue over the remote control for the tv set, because we both understand that anything watched with the other is better than a show watched alone.
You're my sort of girl, if you don't mind random contact, and surprise hugs from behind, or other touchy feely moments. I might be a man, who knows he's a man, but that doesn't mean I don't have a heart.
You're my sort of girl, if you don't mind me playing with your hair.
You're my sort of girl, if our hands find each other, just at the right moment, without the need for words.
You're my sort of girl, if you understand the power of love, and realise a several hour drive is worth one hour with you, and that it's the little things, and the effort and commitments, that make a relationship work.
You're my sort of girl, if you don't mind when I call, for no reason, just to hear your voice, and if you don't get upset when I don't call, because you know I'm thinking of you anyway.
You're my sort of girl, if you don't mind staying up all night, sitting on the beach, knowing that the dawn will be the greatest, you, gently in my arms, as we watch the sunrise, the hot summers day, but the cooling ocean breeze, keeping you huddled close to me, my fingers running through your hair, as the sunlight dances on the ocean, and the gentle lapping waves provide our background music.
You're my sort of girl, if you understand that it's not just about the good times, but it's also about the bad times, if you know that I'm not just there for you when you laugh, but also when you cry, to kiss away your tears, and to love you.
You're my sort of girl, if you're spontanious, if you can be walking home with me, on a hot summers night, and when it rains just dance with me, let me hold you in my arms, our two t-shirt drenched bodies, clinging to each other, kissing each other, as the rain washes away our tears, and we feel alive...
Are you my sort of girl?
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