A/N: So I know I've tried writing on here before, but the story just didn't capture my attention and I just wasn't writing how I had planned This time I fully intend on writing this to the end and in normal sized chapters! So long as there's one person reading this story, I shall continue to write! This will be a sort of intro to see if I capture anybody's attention so it will be extremely short!
Disclaimer: all the brilliance belongs to Stephenie Meyer!
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Is it weird that I'm still a virgin? At the age of nineteen? Does it make me a freak that I haven't been kissed? Is it abnormal that I've never had a boyfriend apart from the one I supposedly had in the sixth grade? Well I think it's pretty fucking pathetic! And I'm determined to change that!
Does this make me sound desperate? Or as they call it nowadays "thirsty"? Well guess fucking what? I don't even care anymore. The only problem I face now: nobody wants me. Now I don't mean to sound like every whiny, angsty teenager out there, and I'm not all "Boohoo! Nobody is ever going to love me, and I'm going to die all alone!" I'm just being honest about what my life experience has taught me so far. I'm not what the media and the general populace has deemed attractive. I'm not a size negative five, I don't have flawless skin, and my hair isn't perfect and shiny. What I am, is a size nine, I love eating, I've got a few zits, my hair is frizzy, and I got a little (lot) of flubber. Bu you know what? I kinda got a nice set of lips on me. I don't mind them too much. Kind of full, but not Angelina Jolie status, they've got a nice arch to them, an alright color if I bite the enough… But back to what I was saying! I've come to terms that I'm not what ninety-nine percent of the people would want as a mate (I've always loved that word, so much better than lovers or something else cheesy and overused like sweetheart or something! I just think it sounds so awesome, like wouldn't you love to be presented as someone's mate? It'd be like "hello Frank, have you met my mate here?" it just makes the whole convo sound so much better! Although the Brits use it as a term for friends so that would get a tad bit confusing if I ever got with one of those…sorry! There I go on another tangent! Back to the story!) So yes I've come to terms with that. Another downer is my personality. Most people find me incredibly weird or "out there". But it's not my fault I say what I'm thinking and don't give a rats ass what other people have to say. So basically I'm just a big ball of turn-offs. But! (There's always a but) I'm going to overcome these obstacles and get myself laid! Woohoo!