"do you know what I like about dating you" he stares that his 'see-into-my-soul' stare at me, and I reply him "what?" like I don't care "dating you is fun! there's no work in it, I just gotta be me and its gonna work out" "well, what can I say? I'm sure one chick of a kind, ha!" "yeah, your kind is extinct" "Is that good or bad??" "..... I don't know actually " ###################### "All the single ladies, all the single ladies, now put your hands up!" This is not a story, I repeat, this. is. not. a. story! This is an imagine of........... Basically boyfriend (as I don't have one now). You know d list of stuffs u just think about like "when i grow up stuffs". I ain't good at this blurb thing, sorry. Just a bunch of stuffs I 'ruminate', 'brood' upon......You can also take any of it to use for your story....just tell me which story and the chapter so I can at least see it....thank you for using some seconds of your life reading this.... It means a whole bunch of stuffs to me. God bless, gees.