Trust Issues

Mr. Right was a myth from the pits of hell.
There was no way men could offer anything beyond fairytales and dick.
I thought I’d constructed a fool-proof way to snag the man of my dreams.
I thought my book of standards would weed out the unworthy fuck boys.
But I struck out one too many times.
Maybe there wasn’t anyone out there for me.
I was ready to accept my fate until…
I kissed him.
He was an arrogant pain in the ass and I was perfectly fine hating him.
Hating him was what I knew.
But I didn’t know anything once he tipped my world upside down.
I was falling hard and fast.
I’d have to let go of my issues if I wanted to keep him.
But that would be easier said than done.