GIRL 97
TOUGH GIRL
She'd been through experiences as rough as my own.
She was no-nonsense, in your face, uncompromising and bitchy.
I liked that in a woman.
Or at least I used to.
It went back to the same issues. I was finding myself surrounded by psychological twins of Girl Zero. Yes, I admired the toughness. Certainly, I loved the female negotiator. Absolutely, I dug the woman who was a pillar of strength and a force of nature.
But I no longer wanted that girl in my bed. No more would I negotiate to get the tough girl's clothes off.
I'd had it being the copilot of a relationship.
I was a leader now. For good or ill, it was up to me.
I wished her well and walked back to my car, wondering how the hell I would get through girls 98, 99 and 100, seeing as how things with 94 had become so interesting.
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