I'm fifteen years old, and I'm already sick of seeing guys and girls in my school hugging and kissing each other. But, then again, I think all the guys in my school are jerks and stupid little kids (glad I'm not attracting any!)
As of consequence, I'm forced to suppress my sad hormones every day, but I keep catching myself looking at guys in my school for a microsecond (ew). Seriously, folks, they look like they're what a cat would cough up!
But if my dream partner does exist (I doubt he does), I definitely won't be picky. He can have a face only a mother could love and I'd still love him. His body size doesn't matter, his skin colour means nothing, but if possible, he shouldn't be an NT (I can't stand NTs and their culture). Hopefully, he would want to have a serious relationship (as if any man is willing to do that these days!).
If I were to be married, and we get a house, he gets to decorate it (because I don't know how to). He can go out with his friends when he wants to, he's allowed to have his own space, he can get drunk as long as he doesn't hurt me (accidental or not), and he can look at other women too (if I suspect he's cheating, I'm sleeping in another room or leaving!). I won't argue about trivial things, and I won't nag him if he doesn't do his share in housework (only gentle reminders).
But seriously, who on this planet would actually want to have a relationship with me?! It's obvious that no one wants to.
All in all, yes, I wish I had a boyfriend. It's the fact that I'm lonely all the time that bothers me.