You people ain’t got a clue about romance. Read a book about dating. It’s so obvious that the fastest way into the pants of an insecure ho is to manipulate her emotions with the ol’ “I hate you, no wait, I think maybe perhaps i love you and was confusing it with hate.” And if that ain’t romance I don’t know what is.
Ok, well, what’s the opposite of a caring romantic guy? An abusive bastard. Well, for all those butch tough act women who don’t want a nice guy, and want an equally tough man, I hope you get your asses beat bloody every day until your crying and begging for a decent guy.
“I love you so much, if you left, I would feel like dying.” It’s a bit extreme, but that’s what love is. You can’t say you love someone if you would be happy as a pig in shit and perfectly ok right after they left. Maybe eventually, but not 2 seconds after. That’s not love. That’s just “I never loved them in the first place.”
Those are the only two possibilities? Lame, overly dramatic, wannabe poets, or angry, mean, abusive assholes? I’m glad I don’t live in your world, Keona. How about a guy who just, I don’t know, carries on a normal conversation and is secure and self-assured enough to not be so histrionic to either of those extremes?
(Girl) : Am I pretty?
(Boy) : yeah
(Girl) : Do you want to stay with me forever?
(Boy) : yeah baby
(Girl) : Would you cry if I walked away?
(Boy) : Stop talking, keep sucking and for fucksake; just swallow it this time.