This thread is where you demonstrate to me what kind of boyfriend you'd be. I'll pick whoever does the best job at it

I'd take you on a walk to go do some graffiti and drugs and then probably go back to my place so we can cuddle together and watch Disney movies

my idea of a relationship is that we are already in one it just involves not communicating in the slightest, it's completely fluid and on the off chance we ever communicate it is subject to change, i expect nothing from it even if it does become a polar opposite and there's nothing you can do to change that.

i will continue to live in my garbage dump of a room eating week old pizza off the floor only showering to leave my room which isn't as often as it seems as all my friends are from the internet.

oh user you're so charming, can you tell me more about yourself

Show your udders with timestamp or kys you stupid larper.

I'm chad, I don't waste my time with attention whores that seek attention from robots on the biggest shithole on the Internet.

We hang out at my house and snuggle on the couch watching our favorite shows late at night

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o-omg chad?! i didn't know you'd be here *twirls hair* you wanna ditch this fembot and go somewhere else?

Possessive and jealous while simultaneously cowardly and they type of hypocrite who's advice on things is really advice for themselves and what they're tryingg and failing to do or want to believe but don't.
Want to be disfunctionally codependent and enable each others vices baby?

>sit on the couch all day and browse the internet
>sometimes watch videos on my ps3 while browsing
>eat a big meal every day at 2am and nothing else
>never go outside
>fall asleep for no reason
>drool on myself
>wake up unexpectedly
>watch anime for 7 hours
>fall asleep again
>wake up
>fall asleep again
>"y-you too"

Read the post again, and you'll know the answer

Let me stop you there. Listen broad, Im a busy man and I think the fact that I showed up in the first place is demonstration enough. How about we cut right to chase and I pick you up at 7 sound good?

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I smoke cigarettes

Treat em well but not be a pushover. This is what I assume most girls want

And I drink s o y

There would be a lot of CONSENT. Everything would be sober to minimize the #MeToo possibilities. No kisses on the first date. I would ask to hug, hold your hand, or kiss you. I would ask you where you want to go, bribe for your female attention with meals (although I would ask if you find my paying for meals patriarchal, and if you agree, I would gladly split the bill). Lots of planning beforehand, and confirmations of what's going to happen. When we aren't together I would check up on you morning, afternoon, and at night, at exactly the same time every day.

On Valentines day, I would take you to the Olive Garden, where I would present to you, in a white suit, a single red rose, that signifies love, and we would wait 50 mins for bread-sticks.

What would you talk about while waiting for appetizers

I would have a poem prepared before hand called "Breadsticks of Love" and I would recite it slowly, while playing Boyz II Men in the background. And I would talk about my commitment to you, and our love together.

While of course letting you speak, because I can listen too!

>There would be a lot of CONSENT
disqualified

Look at this fucking cuck
>While of course letting you speak, because I can listen too!
Why dont you ask her to hold your balls while youre at it

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>not Marvin Gaye

yeah user i don't want your stupid consent to let me fondle your balls. it's gonna happen whether you like it or not

The way to sweet guy, with god-tier empathy, that can read you mind on occasion and can be as rough in bed as you want him to be.

I'm taken though, don't hit on me silly girl!

You are not worthy of me

if youre actually a girl and not super fat or otherwise terrible i'll take you on a vacation to the beach like right away

You would be forbidden to leave the house without me. You would only have access to internet under supervision. You will make me breakfast, lunch, and dinner and let me use you for sex every night and afterwards give me a massage.

I would make you sucki sucki my weenie hut junior and tickle my ballsack

>not super fat
not op but i'm only 200 lbs is that okay

I come across you one day.

I see your face for the first time, and I see something in it that I've never seen before.

I fall madly in love with you right off the bat, and I spend the next few months obsessing over you - using and opportunity I can to make contact with you.

We talk for a while one evening, and we hit it off well. From there, our conversations snowball, and we move on to daily ones, talking for hours, every part of the day. We tell each other 'good morning' when we wake up, and 'good night' before we depart to sleep.

You ask me to send me pictures of my face, what I look like, what I wear, and I do the same but to you.

We decide to meet up one day. I come over, you've made me pancakes in anticipation of my arrival. We eat them on your bed, and then we stare into each others eyes. We kiss for the first time.

We walk around town together during sunset. We hold each others hands. You hold my left hand with your right one, because that's what you find most comfortable and safe. We go to the movies together, we go to the pub together, we stop by the window listings at a real-estate agent on our way home and picture a life together.

I have to return 'home' again. You walk with me to the train station, holding my left hand. You cry as we say goodbye, and as my train departs.

We go back to talking as much as we can. On occasion, we fight, but they're always grounded in us missing each other. They always end with "I love you".

I come over to visit you again, and I meet your parents. You then come to visit me, and see my parents.

You bring up the idea of me moving over after summer. We start to plan my move. We start looking at apartments together. I move over.

We travel to the new apartment together, and clean it together. At the end of the day, we fall asleep on an empty mattress in an empty apartment.

We go shopping for furniture together. On the weekends, we take strolls around the town. I take you out to dinners. I buy you flowers.

(2/2)

One day, I travel home to visit my parents. On my way back, I stop by your parents, and ask your father for his permission to marry you. I carry the box with the ring in my pocket, waiting for the right moment to do it. I propose to you. You say yes.

Over a weekend, we get married. We invite my parents, your parents, our friends. We host a big, traditional, celebration party. Lots of people get drunk, you included. As do I, but I refuse to admit it. We leave for our honeymoon.

Suddenly, one day, you come walking into the room with tears running down your cheek. I get worried, and ask "What's wrong?". You show me a pregnancy test, and proclaim to be pregnant.

We go to your ultrasounds together, and we find out that we're having a boy. We name him 'Sebastian'. We put together our first crib together on a late evening one Friday.

Over the years, we accumulated enough money to buy a house to make our own. We move back to your home country, where we've found a beautiful white house, with white columns. I struggle with the complex language for a bit, but I eventually get the hang of it enough to get around.

Over the next several years, you give birth to another two of my children. 'Felix', and 'Julia'. You live at home as a housewife, taking care of the children and the household, like you've always wanted. You clean, you cook, look after the pets.

We live together, happy.

We like adventure. During summers, we take our children on trips to various countries.

Our children eventually grow up, and prepare to move out and start their own lives. You, being a loving mother, want them to stay. But you know that it's part of life. You cry on my shoulder as we drive home after having helped Julia move out.

We live alone again. It's particularly tough on you at first. But, we eventually become accustomed to it again. We become grandparents. We witness our children getting children of their own - starting their own families.

We live a good life, together.

found your email on zeemaps.

Whats your take on UK grime? It's completely different to hip-hop because of the speed difference but it bears some similarities with the lyrical content.

I can't say I've watched much anime (I watched Bleach and Naruto when I was younger) and my friends keep trying to drag me into it, even in one case they invited me over, offered alchol and then put on my hero academia. Apparently 'Why does that dude have a car engine exhaust in his hand' isn't the right question to ask.

I've got a pretty strange background, with being English, yet constantly in a love relationship with how my aunt makes biryani and curry.
It creates a strange identity, as I was born in Manchester, moved to London and didin't pick up a strong Manchester accent (but you can still hear me drop my vowels randomly/awkwardly).

I guess whether it's a sense of selflessness or just a way to cope with my poor mental health, I always seem to help others more so than myself. I used the knowledge I learnt from therapy to help some of my other friends who were in the same state and helped them deal with panic attacks. I'm not saying I'm trained in order to deal with these situtations, but I won't panic widly either.

I like the pub. More so, I like the pub more than the club despite be dabbling in DJ'ing and music production (don't ask me to read sheet music, I took me ages to learn the letters let alone octaves). Pubs are nice. I hope you like pubs too.

I'd probably just leave after a few days because I'm literally unable to have strong feelings for anything for more than a week