Just My Type

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I've never been the type of girl who gets so shy to speak to a guy, or the type of girl with her friends cuddling around her before she speaks to a guy. I've always been so easy with guys. I don't know if it comes from having three men in my life, one humorous, filled-with-life dad and two annoyingly lovable brothers. Every time I see a group of girls circling around a guy who's talking about his muscles makes me, how do I say this softly, feel like I want to throw up in a bag and throw that bag to the girls.

I'm not jealous, I swear. It's just that, girls have so much more power and strength to do greater things instead of drool on a guy's biceps. It's definitely cringe-worthy.

I know you're probably thinking that I hate guys and I roll my eyes when I pass them in school. Well, you're not wrong. But, actually, I have this small, soft spot for guys who understands what I'm going through and are ready to listen to my two-hour rants. So far, the guys that have their names listed on the spot are only my dad and my two brothers.

People say I'm good looking -- they use the word 'perfect' but I dislike that word -- that with just a smile I could win all of the guys' hearts. Though I agree I have a killer smile, I just don't see the point of attracting the  opposite sex with just my looks and 'befriending' a guy that doesn't even know who I am or how I act when I'm alone.

I know I sound really needy and somewhat cliche, but that is who I am, and I'm in a journey to find a guy who's just my type.

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