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December 16, 2010
She was the most beautiful man-hater I had ever met. Actually, she was barely even a man-hater. Her hatred was still in the just-broke-up-with-final-boyfriend, experimenting-with-women stage. She was just beginning to add up the flaws of men:

"He left the toilet seat up again."

"They're so hairy!"

"They just don't understand foreplay."

"Men are gross."

She was the most beautiful man-hater I had ever met. Did I say that already? Good lord... Those eyes. Those lips. Those legs. That tight body. Damn.

She made me want to hate men too.