Just Because
One young woman's life experience with boys, guys, men, whatever you want to call them
I'm at the point in my life where I am willing to admit that I'm a bit of a b*tch. Denial just won't work anymore. I've always considered myself a nice girl (which I am in many ways), but some part of me is strongly not nice. I'm too opinionated to be really nice.
I lost myself playing a dangerous game
There's more to a man than him being utterly gorgeous, right? I ask because I saw someone (who I hadn't seen recently), and I had forgotten how almost perfect he is. I don't like him like that, but I understand how girls do. Perfect skin, perfect black hair, perfect blue eyes, tall and lean.
A certain redhaired guy at church rather insulted me when we all went to Mother's after Mass.