My Girlfriend Is A Bad Girl

My Girlfriend Is A Bad Girl

She is my everything, my life, my light, my reason for being. I adore everything about her, not just her beauty, her smarts, her wit, charm and grace, every little thing. I am her willing slave.

When she enters a room there is always a momentary pause, as though everyone there suddenly has the same thought, and it is about her.

I glow with vicarious pleasure as she charms the women who might otherwise be threatened into bitchiness. I feel not the least bit threatened when she subtly flirts with the men, thoughtfully flattering the less attractive one.

I thrill with anticipation as she carefully selects her victim. She has very strict standards. The victim must be a D.T., a Deserving Turd. Taking her time she gets to know the people present, discarding the “mostly harmless”, not bothering with the easy targets. Traits most likely to put her on the hunt are smugness, arrogance and phoniness.

When the victim is selected she refines her talents into a laser beam of charisma and charm. She stalks them like a big cat, lures them like a siren, hooks and plays them like a marlin.

The poor fool usually has no idea what is happening until, shattered in mind and spirit, they scuttle off to a dark place. Then she bares her fanges and moves in for the kill. Ah, I remember it well.