Scrumtulescence
Master Don Juan
I can't grow a 'stache either. Well it grows there, but about ten times slower and lighter than the rest of my face. It sucks. I look ridiculous once it all grows out a bit.
She says the movie looks dumb; you suddenly agree. She tests you with a little attitude; you apologize for nothing.
You think you're being easy to get along with. She reads something else entirely: a man with no edges. Nothing to hold on to. No friction, no tension, no reason to wonder what he really thinks.
The "22 Rules" taught me to push back — playfully, calmly, without needing her approval. Strange things happened after that.