“I’m not like other girls.”
Love & Sex
I never go to parties looking for boyfriends. I never go anywhere looking for boyfriends. But there he was, a really cute boy, and I wanted to wife him. He was brooding and dark, lanky, and had bad posture, aka exactly my type.
We are not licensed therapists, nor do we pretend to be…but we know a thing or two about a thing or three.
I remember that it felt as though the world shrank and we were the only two in it.
5. Hone in on something his family thinks is funny, and milk it for all it’s worth.
The person is cheating on someone for you, which makes you feel more desirable than being with someone who has nothing to lose by being with you.
I found it hard to imagine it would be difficult for him to meet a woman, until he described to me what he is looking for exactly.
“Stephanie,” he said with all the earnestness of someone about to harp upon one of life’s (or at least, college’s) great truths. “I’m a guy. We hook up with dumb, pretty girls all the time because they’re pretty.”
Because each person who has proven to be a source of heartache only has this power over me because they were once so beautifully important to my life.
Where I get on my high horse and dish out some homespun advice that no-one actually asked for.