Caprices de femmes..

Ok. It's not easy AT ALL to understand women. (Pas la peine de vous réjouir Messieurs, j'en prépare un autre sur les hommes!!).

We want u so bad and want to know u more,
But we want u to make the first step (and insist plz!).

We want u to call us, and show us u care,
But we need to know that u can also live without us (this makes u more attractive to us, God knows why!!).

We want to see u very often, or all the time,
But we don't, or rarely, admit it.

We want u to love, want and need us,
But we want u to keep in mind that we're respectable young women even if we feel the same way about u (this is cultural I guess).

We want to make u feel jealous sometimes (it actually feels so good),
But we want u to deeply trust us all the time even if we sometimes hang out with H, I, or M..

We want u to treat us with respect,
But we also want u to see naughty side of us too (désolée pour les ames sensibles).

We want u to treat us as equals,
But we want u to treat us like delicate creatures or princesses (with gallantry, on s'en fout de la Moudawana ).

We want confident men with strong personalities, who can take decisions and know what they want from life,
But we want men with doubts too so that we could help, and be there when u need us.

We want busy and important men.
But we want those same men to give us time, affection and attention (which is almost impossible because of the line before...)

We want u to have an active social life,
But we want to be part of it (did I mention the word HUGE??).

We want u to be independent from ur moms,
But we want merdiyin lwalidin (et surtout lwalida).

We want u to know everything,
But we don’t like feeling like des blondes next to u (je représente les brunes :) ).

We want u to understand us, and know that there's sth wrong when we keep silent for a long while.
But we want to be mysterious, and keep our secret gardens (nothing to be ashamed of, just secret gardens).

We want a superman,
But we want a normal man at the same time.

We want to talk to u and tell u how we feel (about u, about ourselves, life, friends, parrot, or blog)
But we don’t want to look like we’re getting deep and intimate, or rushing things up and scare u off.

We want to understand u so that we could know what to think, or not.
We want u to know that we can't read minds. Not even ours sometimes.

We just need to know where we stand so that we could go on with our lives.

To be continued...