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.