I’m not a happily-ever-after kind of girl. Being outrageous is way more fun. From dick-fetti to scuba gear, nothing is off limits, and men go running every time. Except for the one who just keeps coming back.

 – He makes me laugh.

 – He listens.

 – And he loves all the crazy stuff I do.

What am I supposed to do with that? Sounds like it’s time for Operation: Get Rid of Mr. Perfect. I’m taking the gloves off. If being crazy didn’t get rid of him maybe I have to try the scariest thing of all.
Being myself.