This might be conceited but…I’ve been told every day of my life how pretty I am. By family, friends, & strangers on the street. I’ve heard it so often that it doesn’t mean anything to me anymore. So I want a guy to tell me how funny I am, how much he likes the way I think. I want him to compliment me on how I handled a tough situation, or how seeing me cry broke his heart. Tell me a hundred things before you tell me I’m pretty. I’m a whole person, not just pretty brown eyes & a nice smile.