I would be less embarrassed about writing a romance novel (which, yeah, me too) if people in my life didn't know me to be almost stereotypically cynical and bitter about romantic relationships. Unintentional amusement for my friends and family.
What's a 5'2", frustratingly curvy, half-Asian gal to do?
C'mon, that was an obvious line. Give me a challenge next time.
I had this dream one time when I was having sex with two hot chicks at the same time and just as one of them turned around to tell me she was coming I noticed she had Richard Nixon's face. Woke up before I saw who the other one was.
Wait, you aren't talking about that kind of dream, are you?
I want to be 5'11", slender, and redheaded. With green eyes and pale skin
But that's how I picture you! Because that's what the only other Brina I've ever known looked like. I understand your frustration, though. In my head I look like Angelica Huston or Eve Ensler. It's always a surprise to see a wee, blonde chippy staring back in the mirror.
I want to be 5'11", slender, and redheaded. With green eyes and pale skin.
I don't even want to be 5'11", I don't mind being 5' 1", but dammit why can't I be skinny? (The redhead I get in a box. And I do like my eyes). Not even stick skinny, just thinner than I am. Sigh. Oh, and without diet and excercise, kthnxbye.