The Blond Guy Doesn't Think It's Going to Work

I started dating a blond guy I’d just met. I know that sounds pretty shallow, but he looked like he could take on ten people like me, so I was too scared to say no.

Six months into the relationship, the blond graduated and got a job. I no longer had to work at the convenience store just to afford food. I was supposed to get a job after graduation too, but the blond took one look at my grades and said that wouldn’t do. So I stayed in school all the way through my PhD.

When I was studying, lots of people asked why I was with him. They said he was frivolous, vulgar, busty and brainless, and had nothing going for him besides his face. He wasn’t my type at all.

So what? Better people can be with other better people. All I remember is that day I thought he was a delinquent who hit people, and how his face turned red when he asked me out.

Theme: Love has no hierarchy