Four days, four years, four months, and four hours. Four times I had been rejected. Four times I had been kissed.
FOUR FOUR FOUR FOUR FOUR.
Look, what fun is there in being an innocent child? Being a brat is funner than not being anything at all.
But.
Here's the catch.
I'm not a child, and I'm almost an adult.
And what's the opposite of a nice professional romantic person???
A player. ;)
