At some point of your relationship, she asks you this question, “Why do you love me?”
When you’re suddenly apprehended with such a question, heed my advice, PROCEED WITH CAUTION. Imagine yourself in a middle of a giant minefield, and the wrong step implies instant death, and a bloody one.
There is nothing more lethal than this question. It is the barracuda question from the species named Girls, when at certain point of her life, a certain hormone in her triggers, and she ambushes you with this C4 loaded question.
A correct answer from you would mean VICTORY, a well-fought battle, give yourself a clap on your back. You are entitled a few weeks of shower of love, hugs and kisses from her before she cracks her mind with another lethal question again.
A wrong answer, sadly, would be a tragedy. Imagine Hitler a few hours before his death; imagine Japan after the bombing of Hiroshima and Nagasaki; imagine the unsinkable submarine in Malaysia; Tragic, with a capital T You probably have to spend the night on the couch; and what’s worse, the question will come back and haunt you in a few days time again. It’s a trial and error process until you get the RIGHT answer.
I love you because you’re YOU.
I’m serious here, tell me why you love me.
I love you because you are beautiful.
So you won’t love me when I’m no longer beautiful? What if someone is more beautiful than me?
You’ll love her then?
I love you because you’re kind.
How did you know I’m kind?
I love you because you have a good personality.
What is it about my personality that you like?
I love you because you are different?
(smiles) What’s so different about me?
You have a spark in you.
(Hugs.) Really?
Maybe the vaguest answer is the best. Things that are uncountable, untouchable, unmeasurable. Funny how the answer that explains the least is the most correct answer, isn’t it?
Girls probably just want an answer that identifies her, and the reason for you loving her is just as unique as her fingerprint or her DNA. So special and unique that it makes her believe that there won’t be anyone else that could ever replace her, or even measure up to her in any way.
So guys, the next time she asks, “Why do you love me?”
Be smart.
Give her a mysterious contented smile, a warm hug and a gentle kiss.
Say.
No, scratch it.
Don’t say anything.
You can thank me later.
7 comments:
ahemmm
wad u ahem? merely from a cat's pov. meow.
i think tis question is implant in every girl genes.
Do you need me to print this out and be your personal posman? Winks =P
what if both of you are faraway? help! lol :) interesting post. thumbs up! :)
@JingZhi: you nailed it.
@Ning: No need, he's not gonna get this tip from me. :P
@Jim: Good thing is, you still sleep on your bed if she gets pissed.
Why don't you ask her the question first next time before she asks you? Then you can make so much noise at whatever answer she gives that she doesn't get a chance to ask you. XP
haha whether shes pissed or not im still going to sleep on my bed. :P haha my girlfriend is not that simple ah. after she talks ah, a naturally bald man will grow hair ah hor? :P i'm just kidding. keep up your good work! will stay tuned.
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