Pt.1

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I like to rise early at 7am to the empowering song of "(Girls) Run the World"...I guess one could say I am a feminist, and Beyonce just made such a wonder morning tune.

...Well since this is my story I can be completely, brutally honest with the fact that I find the mentality of the mans some-what-brain to be repulsive. Not a day have I lived where I have not hated the way that men think they know better, act like it, and take advantage of anyone. But here I am, sitting in Starbucks, drinking my overpriced cappaccino, staring at a man from across the room whose dreamy complexion is completely and utterly destroying me! As a women I need to be the brains of the situation for the lack-there-of from the race of men, yet right now my brains are mushy like a teenage girls brain, intoxicated from hormones and too much nailpolish exposure!

Oh wait, he is looking at me. Oh dear, what do I do...what do I do! Hide! ...

Now I am cowering in fear behind my tiny overpriced cappuccino...like the strong empowering women I am.

"Hey." I wince, recognizing his voice, and smile awkwardly amidst the romantic air of my wanting to punch myself or something or someone...hopefully not the cute coffee guy...

"Hey, um, yeah hi."


smooth...


"I couldn't help but notice you were reading the new Theif Prince book."


Is he actually treating me like a human being? IS he actually having a conversation with his mouth instead of his dick? Suddenly, cute coffee guy is more than just a cute boy to shame...he is a real human being..."Yes, although I am embarassed to say that I have reread this chapter atleast three times this week, it is just so good!"

"Are you talking about chapter 10? Because, if so, I have practically memorized it word-for-word from reading it just way too many times to be sane."

And so, we became friends. Very close friends, but in my saddness I never had to guts to kiss him or tell him my true feelings. It was love at first sight...except for our barrier of friendship. The deep dark pit called...the friend zone...

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