Claudette
I am an import tuner -- I am good at what I do, and my gender shouldn't matter. I turn my own wrenches. I know what a plenum spacer is, I know what it does, and I know how to install it. I am not to be confused with the wenches who model at car shows; I am the woman winning (while fully clothed). I don't need your respect to enjoy what I do, but I would appreciate if I could do it in peace, sans leg-humping and childish pickup lines. Being able to change my own oil and tires does not make me butch -- it makes me capable, and ensures that I won't require rescuing. I am not a lesbian because I won't go out with you; frankly, my car is better company.
I am a saccharine Southern belle bitch, but I will not let my environment intimidate me into playing dumb to "nab a fella." Any man who could be lured in by such swill is not the man for me. I am 25 years old, and I refuse to believe that my life will be over at 26 if I'm still not married. Achievement and marriage are not synonymous.
I will not lie to you to protect your feelings, and I will never promise that things will be okay if they won't. I have neither the time nor the inclination to be your therapist - if you need ego boosting and constant reassurance, we will never get along.
"I don't need anyone to hold me; I can hold my own." AD
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