My boyfriend Don got lucky with me. I was curious and wanted to see for myself if things were true with him. His parents are stupidly well off and he’s not bad looking, works out the mirror muscles too much and skips leg day and basically only talks to chicks that he’s attracted to. Yeah Don, I fucking know you do it. I honestly wouldn’t be surprised if he’s been fucking behind my back too but I honestly didn’t care, or wouldn’t if he didn’t talk shit about cheating all the time. But I digress. Enough about him for now.
Call me Jess and I have to say I know I’m a work of art. I hit hit the gym, where I met Don, every other day and really go for a look. I dye my hair blond and try to keep things simple. I was a bit of a tomboy growing up so being fit was always more important to me than getting dressed up.
But that doesn’t mean I can’t rock a mean dress.