Well, my name is Ryan Reynolds. You may have heard of me. I'm practically a god in all the ways that count. I'm talented. I'm chiseled. I'm one witty sonuvabitch. But enough about me. This story is more about what happens when you get bit in the ass by the love bug. More like love leopard. Just mauls you.. Doesn't have the same ring to it though...Let's just stick to what we know to help move this along. It's a painful ordeal. Worse than that one time that you slept with that shady girl that walked funny and developed that itch. You know what I'm talking about. Don't play coy. I know what you did.
I digress.
It's never easy falling in love. It's messy. There are emotions and people. Eh. It's just too much. Being physical, now that's more up my alley. I'm not necessarily a "love 'em and leave 'em" kinda guy. More of a "we have an understanding and if you play nice, I'll buy you ice cream afterwards" kinda guy. No meeting the parents. No promises. Just raw, unadulterated sexy time.
Forget the movies. Forget the books. Everything you know is bullshit. This is how love happens in the real world or at least how it happened to me and that's all that really matters, right?
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One of the Guys (A Ryan Reynolds fanfic)
FanfictionOlivia S. Grant is a firm believer that love is for chumps. Love is nothing more than a device used by Hollywood to sell tickets to the lonely and pathetic. The fact that she is one of the most prolific Rom-Com screen writers in Hollywood doesn't he...
