Not Selling Myself Short

Auna and I made tentative plans. She ditched me to go to dinner with a friend. She’d been flirting with me all day. She said she would see me tomorrow, but e-mail me her thesis tonight.

No. I told her that I could not see her anymore, because I really, really liked her and it was not possible for me to enter into any relationship where equality didn’t exist. I was not the girl who would wait for you and work on your paper while I do it.

I am not that girl anymore. I was that girl in high school. Meag was the goalie on the soccer team. I got an A on her senior English paper and a C on mine.

Capiche?

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