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I hate being a girl. I hate all men.
I also hate the days when I cover up this sexy little piece of artwork I call my body and no one even talks to me, as if by nature of wearing a t-shirt I am advertising my inability to fit in. Honestly, I like to dress like shit. I like to attract guys who are willing to get to know me first, rather than make a snap judgement call about my body/breasts/whatever. I'll take off my shirt later, baby. I have real nice boobs.
Scott is kind of becoming one of those guys. He makes me feel bad when I don't take three hours to get dressed in the morning. When I wake up at his house and look like crap dressed in the clothes I was wearing the day before, he blatantly checks out other girls. He keeps making suggestions about the clothes I should wear, how I should style my hair, blah blah blah. I'm actually praying that he leaves me for another girl who is everything that I'm not, because I'm sick of hearing about it.
I also hate the days when I cover up this sexy little piece of artwork I call my body and no one even talks to me, as if by nature of wearing a t-shirt I am advertising my inability to fit in. Honestly, I like to dress like shit. I like to attract guys who are willing to get to know me first, rather than make a snap judgement call about my body/breasts/whatever. I'll take off my shirt later, baby. I have real nice boobs.
Scott is kind of becoming one of those guys. He makes me feel bad when I don't take three hours to get dressed in the morning. When I wake up at his house and look like crap dressed in the clothes I was wearing the day before, he blatantly checks out other girls. He keeps making suggestions about the clothes I should wear, how I should style my hair, blah blah blah. I'm actually praying that he leaves me for another girl who is everything that I'm not, because I'm sick of hearing about it.