Trophy Boyfriend
You know how some guys have a good-looking woman on their arm and like to call them their trophy wife, or trophy girlfriend? Well, once upon a time I reversed the trend by having a trophy boyfriend.
Ethan was hot. It wasn’t just me who thought so, either. My friends would go all girly and flirty when he was around, batting their eyelashes and laughing at his lame jokes. We used to say (behind his back, of course—we didn’t want to inflate his ego any further) he looked like a young Tom Cruise. With his darker-than-night hair, startling blue eyes and movie-star smile, Ethan looked good on my arm, all right.
I guess you’re wondering why on earth I’m talking about him in the past tense, if he was that perfect. The answer is simple: the guy was as dumb as a box of rocks. Sur
