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To say I’ve been unlucky in love within my quick 25 years could be an understatement.
An eternal single gal and third-wheeler, we became dangerously great at being fully a wingwoman. My hit rate ended up being near-perfect, because had been my capability to deal with the rejection of almost any romantic conquest I’d ever undertaken.
Throughout my schooling, i fit the course archetype that is clown. We put up camp when you look at the buddy zone making myself in the home.
If my entire life had been a TV show, i might 10/10 be this bad guy.
Me Personally. Day every Valentine’s. (Image: FOX)
Plenty of this stemmed from insecurities about my appearance. Particularly, my afro-like mop of bright red locks.
Similar to children, I happened to be ridiculously adorable – shiny curls, rosy red cheeks and a glint during my attention – up to those standard ‘I’m going right through puberty’ years.
You have been there, wrestling into a crop top wanting to mask those things that are boobie. And also you stunk. (suite…)