Dear passive men,
There is nothing that kills my attraction to you more than getting that lost look that says, "NOW what do we do?!" when an inconvenience comes up. This doesn't annoy me, no. It supremely pisses me off. It enrages me. How about you just fucking roll with it? Don't look to me like I'm your mommy. Everyone likes a problem-solver, and I'm no different.
So. Can you solve problems?
For example, dinner got burnt? Cook something, or take me out. Nowhere to go cause everything's closed? Fucking create it, take me to a park and kiss me there, it doesn't matter. Something broke? Fix it! Buy a new one. Improvise it. Do without it. Even imagine it! We're bored one night? Well then rack your brains on how to change that, use your imagination, make an effort, impress me, I want to be surprised. Amazing me is not against the rules, you know.
Just have some initiative for Christ's sake. What makes you think I would want to lead you anywhere? Why do you think that would be fun for me? Because it isn't. It makes me want to break something. It makes me want to cry tears of boredom. It makes me want to make you disappear into thin air.
We deserve to be the best we can be for one another. So don't come looking for me if you don't know what you want to do with me. Because I'm not going to give you all the cues, I'm not the director, producer, set designer, protagonist and screenplay writer of our dates.
Fucking do something. I promise, everything will be better if you do something.