Ave Michaels is an out-and-proud cynical romantic who never had her heart broken (considering she has to fall in love first.)
That is until, in order to get published, she has to prove she's a versatile writer by writing a romance novel.
Throw in a...
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"In Which Reality is a List of Reasons to Stay F*cking Single "
(Pt. 1)
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"People say you can't live without love... I think oxygen is more important."
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(Still) Encontrarse
5:20 PM
"Hi, scussi, my name's Beyoncé, and this is my friend, White Privilege."
I crack a wide maniacal smile at the muscle-bound guy in front of me. One could even say, I might even be giving Margot Robbie's Harley Quinn a run for her money.
You're probably wondering why I was going along with this in the first place.
Long story short, Tamieke and I agreed on letting the first stranger who approaches the bar to settle the argument in a game I'd like to call, 'Who'd You Rather?'
Joule, meanwhile, immediately volunteered to ref the whole thing. Mostly, for the free grub, we'll keep serving his way so he won't easily get bored.
The guy does have the appetite of a horse — which doesn't make sense since horses generally eat in a calm, relaxed way. Whatever, I'll just go with it.
To make the bet even more serious and 'fair' (coz, betting on whether I get hit based on my outward appearance already counts as serious), Tamieke levels the playing field by having me commit to three horrendous things.
One, I had to take off my bulky vintage plaid coat which was a precious heirloom (fine, it was from Good Will! But, it must have its history from somewhere!) and tie it around my waist to accentuate my 'hourglass' hips and 'perky' ass (their words, not mine!). My shirt was then altered to run a deep V between my boobs and cropped to expose the shallow vortex on my stomach.
Of course, it wouldn't have been possible without Emile's skanky fashion expertise and Jhett's sewing skills.
Two, Tia got to style my hair (she combed my hair) into perfection, while Jhett reapplies my makeup into a full-on girl next doorlook (Ha!Good luck with that!) with bright shades of pastel and rose blush (clownmakeupall over my face.)
