Things About Boys That Annoy Girls

I'm sure girls out there will agree 90% of the listed things about boys that surely do annoy them,and boys would definitely wonder that and be amused thinking about all those things they surely do annoy us
Don't lay your hand on the top of a girl's head and pretend to stroke her hair in a not-so-subtle attempt to push her face down into your lap - you're not fooling us

Don't say you're going to call unless you really plan to pick up the phone, dial my number, and talk to me.

Don't call me and then sit there expecting that I'll carry on the conversation by myself.
Do not call a girl unless you actually have something to say and plan on carrying on a conversation - and playing with your Xbox while I tell you about my cat is not a conversation.

Do not blame my tone of voice, my lack of patience, or my bad mood on PMS. It's not my period that's my problem. More likely, it's you.

That gargling noise guys make in the back of their throats before they hock a loogie six feet (the farther the better, for some reason).

How they can remember every single word to a movie that's twelve years old, but they can't remember what we told them fifteen minutes ago.

The way a guy scratches his crotch or adjusts his junk in public, rummaging around like he's looking for something he misplaced.

Guys sit with their eyes glued to a pair of boobs as they bounced down the hallway toward earth science class, and then break into big grins before making snide comments filled with innuendo. sucks!!

A guy shouldn't hang his arm around your neck so his hand just happens to hang right over your boob - by accident, of course.

When guys start playing the air guitar when it's obvious they have no idea what the hell they're doing, guys who expect you to kiss them even if they haven't shaved in days, like it's no big deal if we end up looking like we've exfoliated our chins with sandpaper. They're too lazy to scrape a razor across eight square inches of facial hair, but we're supposed to feel like we're turning into raging lesbians if we forgo shaving our legs one morning.

Just because I haven't shoved every single french fry in my mouth doesn't mean I don't plan on eating them all. And it doesn't give you permission to reach over and take as many as you want. Ask me first. I'll probably say yes, but I'd at least like the opportunity to say no.
.............to be continued.
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Published: 7/20/2010
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