I wonder if people ever stop wanting to be "cool." I doubt it. My friend Genuine is cool. She lives in a trendy new condo complex called The Verve, which sounds like the name of a club or a hot new band. The complex has a number of buildings that center around a sand volleyball court and a pool. I think there is a rule that no ugly people are allowed to live there. Mocha and I peer through the blinds and debate which guy who lives across the way is cuter. She thinks the guy on the left, but I disagree. The guy on right is more fit, dresses better, and has a great fashion and decorating sense. We think he shops at Ikea and might be metrosexual. The guy on the left busted us peepin' and now Genuine keeps her blinds closed all the time. She was not impressed with us. I still think the guy on the right is better looking.
Genuine is hot. Normally, I’d probably secretly hate her, but she is also one of the kindest people I’ve met. She is model tall, has the best blue eyes, and a great rack to boot. I don't think she knows she's cute. (By the way, I'm straight- so don't wonder or anything.) Anyway, I like that she gives everyone the benefit of the doubt and puts others before herself. I think I’d like to be more like that.
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