Cold coffee. Is there anything worse?
Staring down into my owl coffee mug, the cool brown liquid gawks up at me
in mock humor. The cord is lying on the counter beside the pot, not
plugged into the wall where it was last night. Instead, Heatherโsโmy
looks-obsessed roommateโstraightener is plugged in. Whatโs the point of
having a timed coffeepot if itโs unplugged every morning before you get a
chance to use it? I grit my teeth and blow my bangs from my forehead.
I snatch the cord from the plug-in and toss the straightener on her bed.
Hopefully, sheโll get the point. Instead of pouring the coffee down our
sink, I sip on it. Hell shall freeze over before I go a morning without my
coffee. Hell frozen-over would probably be hotter than my coffee right
now. I grab my backpack, tie my blond hair into a messy bun, push up my
thick, black-rim hipster glasses, and walk out of our dorm room.
I lock the door and head toward class, the aroma of perfumes swarming my
nose. A few girls in towels race down the hall, screaming. Like clockwork,
a tall muscular guy follows behind them, a huge Iโm-going-to-get-some grin
on his face. College is definitely a guyโs wet dream come true.
Especially, in a co-ed dorm. Heโll have one of them pressed against their
dorm room door tonight. Theyโre all so predictable.
Donโt get me wrong, itโs perfectly fine to date. But, doing it wisely is a
completely different issue. Girls arenโt the smartest when it comes to
dating. The three Cโs that guys canโt stand are clinginess, crying, and
clumsiness. I know itโs not possible to walk like a runway model twenty-
four seven. And we all know girls tend to cry, especially around that time
of the month. But itโs all about the game. Youโve got to play it right, so
you can snag a great guy. Itโs so easy to rope one in as long as you
focus, and I donโt mean on his abs.
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