On paper, she’s hot. Blonde, wearing a tight pink top over her perky A-cup breasts, and a pair of short denim shorts, rolled up twice to make them even shorter. Her nose is slightly crooked. Her eyes, a sparkly, bright blue.

In fact, though, she’s not hot. She exudes a certain arrogance I associate – prejudicially, unfairly, embarrassingly – with a very specific type that, offensively, can be described as “Eastern European gold-digger.”

I’m not interested.

With apologies to all those who rightly are offended by this. I wrote it while in my cups. I am not ashamed, though I am embarrassed, by my stereotyping.

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