It’s been a year now since my last boyfriend told me he cheated on me the night marriage equality became legal with someone from his church. A year of exploring, growing, and lots of dates with some interesting people.
The dogfight I want in… Those words condemn my character and all the rest on the bus, as awful people bent on finding the ugliest girl in town and taking her to a dance. I mean, the marine with the ugliest date wins the pot. Isn’t that a good enough reason to try to find the girl of our worst nightmares and win some money as well? After all, it is our last night in town before shipping off to Vietnam.