Bad news you guys. I am still in love with Preppy Boy.
Reasons Preppy Boy is perfect:
1. He loves New York City
2. He is sort of a badass
3. He has an amazing style that doesn’t look gay
4. His cologne. Makes me. Want to. @#$%#$ him.
5. His incredible light green eyes
6. His lazy half smile
7. He can pull off Birkenstocks and socks
Now for the predicament: I am not his type of girl. He is suave and popular and rich. I am awkward and I make rude jokes and I wear harem pants on a weekly basis. His type of girl is hot and polished and beautiful. And wears Herve Leger clothes. And riding boots. Like these girls.
OxOx, Amy Rebecca
P.S. I sketched these in math today then haphazardly threw some color on when I got home. They are not perfect. I cannot create perfect work when my heart is in pain.