Stupid Smart

You know those guys who constantly play the field and refuse to settle down or make any sort of real commitment in life? I am the female equivalent.

The newness, the mystery, the butterflies - all my favorite parts of meeting someone new. When things start to get real? When the questions turn too personal and talk of being exclusive enters the conversation? That’s when I bolt.

And this method of dating was working just great for me. Until Liam.

He’s everywhere all the time and takes every opportunity he can to piss me off. I can’t stand him. Every inch the bad boy with his leather jacket, dark eyes and tattoos, you’d never expect his personality to be more along the lines of class clown. The combination is oddly sexy if you don’t take into account just how freaking annoying he is.

Not that I’d ever admit I find him attractive. I don’t want him, and he doesn’t want me. But for some reason, he doesn’t want anyone else to have me either. And if he sabotages one more of my dates, I’m going to kill him. Or kiss him.

Most days I can’t decide which I’d rather do more.