In 2016 I don’t want to read any more romances with things like this in them:
The busty blond wearing a too-tight tank top squeals as she approaches my table.
Most of these women have no shame and will flop their tit out on a dime.
The question came from the skinny waitress who’d just stopped beside his table, blocking his view of Skye. The woman’s perfume was so heavy it almost made his eyes water, the hungry way she was looking at him was so blatant he was surprised she didn’t lick her lips. ‘Because I’m willing to offer you something a heck of lot better than anything you’ll find on that menu.’
She instantly scowled. “Your loss,” she muttered, before cattily adding, “Especially if you’re saving it for Skye. That girl wouldn’t know how to please a man even if she had a sex manual for fat chicks.”
unlike the scrawny bitch who had been so rude about her
‘That’s Pop’s type- dive bar skank.’
The lady’s hair screams, “just been fucked,” and she hops from one foot to the other, tugging on a stripper-girl shoe…
…My skin crawls.
It was always so noticeable when girls flirted, and it always looked and sounded stupid and immature.
“Ladies,” he said. They all walked away, giggling and whispering.
“It was quite apparent I was having a good time, hanging all over Kelsy and acting like…” I shrugged. “Like so many other girls do at parties. Like a complete fool.”
“I know I’m atypical, Brax. Most girls my age are having casual sex like there’s no tomorrow.”
The WAGs – a selection of vacuous anorexic Wives and Girlfriends.
I nodded. “Ladies.”
They hummed and sighed in harmony. Vultures. Half of them I’d bagged my freshman year, the other half had been on my couch well before fall break.
She leaned forward on her elbows to make better eye contact. I felt the urge to shudder with disgust.
The romance genre so far: empowering for women as long as they’re not thin, blonde, or wearing makeup or a dress!