[align=center][div style="width: 500px; text-align: justify; line-height: 150%; color: #494949; font-family: karla; font-size: 8pt; letter-spacing: 0.2px; word-spacing: 1px; margin-top: 10px;"]they had some similarities. despite the different circumstances , both of their fathers were shitty. what were the odds? unlike donovan , however , she wasn't the hero , or rather , heroine of her own story. rarely ever was her misbehavior an act of rebellion , but rather influenced by her own motives— sometimes she thought she'd never get caught. when she did , she'd most likely never act agains. garrett was the one who'd got her into many of the messes that came after that. as much as being the hero of her own story sounded nice , it felt far too hard to achieve. somehow, fixing men who'd somehow, in turn , saved her sounded desirable. it didn't make much sense , not even to her at times. maybe she was searching to fix the things she couldn't fix within her father.
"men [I]suck."[/I]
in response , winnie laughed. quiet , and breathy — a subtle agreement. it was funny , though. hearing it from a man himself. the man that she knew would have never. deflect all their responsibilities and actions , blame it on the women around them. she began to think , 'that's just how they are' and 'boys will be boys'. even garrett had his moments , moments that she was able to forgive because sometimes she thought she deserved it. it was still hard to admit now. coming here , even with the owen's and isaac's of the world , she was beginning to realize there were better men. men like green, maybe even men like don; that could admit that yes, men did suck. but there was a relatively good amount of exceptions. and they were exceptions that she needed to learn to accept.
come closer. she likes that he does. everything he does is so suave. unlike the other men wanting to throw themselves at her , he's casual; nonchalant in his actions. she likes that he sees her , looks at her like a human being rather than some play thing to coerce into bed. she can't help wondering , however , when he thinks when he looks at her. does he like my top? my jeans? the winning approval of men was all that she was taught to value; she hated that about herself, but it didn't stop her from wanting him to be impressed.
"yeah , i'm she." she confirms , giddy that he hasn't walked away yet. that he's still here, speaking with her. crossing her arms , she rolls on the balls of her feet as she glances around her. he doesn't know it , but she's looking for some intellectual thing she say next. anything that might make him interested enough to stay— wait was her sentence awkward? god it was.
luckily , he doesn't seem to pay mind. in fact, donovan himself is the one to push the conversation. "would I sound full of myself if I said yes?" she asks, lips pushing to a small grin. donovan continues, mentions the history of men. it only confirmed what she suspected; winnie knew nothing about the history beyond the bible she was forced to read. "so you're an intellectual," she teases , impressed. "maybe all can be forgiven if you can tell me more , by chance? maybe over coffee? or... a glass of champagne if that's what you're into" she smiles sheepishly , taking her bottom lip between her teeth. was it an effort in copping a date? maybe. but hey , she was partially curious on what she'd missed on learning in the twenty-one years of her existence.
"men [I]suck."[/I]
in response , winnie laughed. quiet , and breathy — a subtle agreement. it was funny , though. hearing it from a man himself. the man that she knew would have never. deflect all their responsibilities and actions , blame it on the women around them. she began to think , 'that's just how they are' and 'boys will be boys'. even garrett had his moments , moments that she was able to forgive because sometimes she thought she deserved it. it was still hard to admit now. coming here , even with the owen's and isaac's of the world , she was beginning to realize there were better men. men like green, maybe even men like don; that could admit that yes, men did suck. but there was a relatively good amount of exceptions. and they were exceptions that she needed to learn to accept.
come closer. she likes that he does. everything he does is so suave. unlike the other men wanting to throw themselves at her , he's casual; nonchalant in his actions. she likes that he sees her , looks at her like a human being rather than some play thing to coerce into bed. she can't help wondering , however , when he thinks when he looks at her. does he like my top? my jeans? the winning approval of men was all that she was taught to value; she hated that about herself, but it didn't stop her from wanting him to be impressed.
"yeah , i'm she." she confirms , giddy that he hasn't walked away yet. that he's still here, speaking with her. crossing her arms , she rolls on the balls of her feet as she glances around her. he doesn't know it , but she's looking for some intellectual thing she say next. anything that might make him interested enough to stay— wait was her sentence awkward? god it was.
luckily , he doesn't seem to pay mind. in fact, donovan himself is the one to push the conversation. "would I sound full of myself if I said yes?" she asks, lips pushing to a small grin. donovan continues, mentions the history of men. it only confirmed what she suspected; winnie knew nothing about the history beyond the bible she was forced to read. "so you're an intellectual," she teases , impressed. "maybe all can be forgiven if you can tell me more , by chance? maybe over coffee? or... a glass of champagne if that's what you're into" she smiles sheepishly , taking her bottom lip between her teeth. was it an effort in copping a date? maybe. but hey , she was partially curious on what she'd missed on learning in the twenty-one years of her existence.
[align=center][I]show and tell i'm on display for all you fuckers to see info