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You would've thought she was deranged, the way she threw herself across the room. This is what I get for babysitting a 3 year old. Ugh. I thought to myself. The shrilling sound of a her vocal cords vibrating was the closest thing I got to drinking.
"I wish you would have worn something a little more modest my dear" my grandmother whispered in my ear.
I thought I was pretty modest, my baby doll dress fell just above the knee.
He wasn't handsome by GQ's standards. He stood 6'5 with messy blonde hair, wearing a beat up old KISS t-shirt and jeans that looked like he had just left the ranch. I noticed him instantly when he walked into the room.
He introduced himself to me as Adam.
He told me I was stubborn. That I never asked for help or let him help me. I didn't see it that way. I saw myself as headstrong, determined, and self assured. Who wants to always help someone anyway?