I’m not one of those girls…

I’m not one of those girls who enjoys the gym,

I’m not one of those girls who’ll have a tonic with gin,

I’m not one of those girls who plays ‘hard to get’

I’m looking for someone special – why haven’t I found them yet?

 

I’m not one of those girls who’ll keep her mouth shut

I’m not one of those girls who’ll accept being called ‘slut’

I’m not one of those girls who swoons when called ‘cute’

I’m one of those girls who’ll cringe when you say, ‘beaut’

 

I’m not one of those girls who’ll pander to you

I’m not one of those girls who sticks to you like glue

I’m not one of those girls who’d analyse your every move

I’m not one of those girls who’ll tolerate you being rude

I’m not one of those girls who’ll agree with everything you say

I’m not one of those girls who falls in love after a day

 

This post is meant with absolutely no disrespect to ANY girl who DOES the above.  This is purely a series of traits I’ve noticed about myself when navigating single life and during past relationships.  If you like going for the gym and drinking gin, I envy you. Xxx

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