London“When multiple spa days, a mani-pedi, and the latest silver Prada handbag don’t bring a smile to my face, it’s time for a little self-reflection.”
—London Wright
I’ve been at my parents’ new home in Louisville for the past week, l*****g my wounds and healing my broken heart. Okay, fine…it’s my ego that needs healing. I get it. I can’t possibly love Loïc. I don’t know him, so I can’t be in love with him. But my self-confidence took a few blows at Necto a week and a half ago.
I think the thing that bothers me the most is that a small part of me agrees with Loïc. I am a rich, spoiled brat. I’m not used to being turned down by a guy, and it sucks. It pisses me off. Yet it shouldn’t. I’m not God’s gift to mankind. Of course there are going to be guys out there who just aren’t into me.
