sweetmistake

Dear boys:

Please listen to me. I don't expect you to be perfect. I don't expect miracles. I don't expect a big fat Tiffany's ring (But from the right guy? That'd be nice...) but please, please, please listen to me if you do nothing else. If you're trying to get on my good side, get in my pants, whatever motivation you might have? Talking about hanging out with some other chick? Not the way to do it. You probably won't get in my pants that way. Making me want you and trying to make me jealous, or whatever the hell, will not work on me. I'll get annoyed, and I won't want anything to do with you. I. Hate. Games. I have a vibrator and my left hand and I do not need a man for shit, so I do not have the patience or the time or the desire to waste. Yeah, I'm a jealous girl. I won't lie, I am. I'm a jealous, slightly possessive woman, I'm downright territorial at times, but it doesn't make me want to hang on, it makes me want to hit the bricks and not look back.

Thank you.

Love, an irritated girl