Who Am I?

So I guess who I am is the next question. 


Whether we admit it or like it, looks are the first thing anyone has to go one. So what do I look like? I'm not a model - I'm 'cute' apparently. I'm 162cm tall (5'3" for you American kids). I stepped on the scales to write this blog and I weigh in at 57kg. Making me a size 8-10. I do have big boobs - they're a 10DD. I have green eyes, which I always have thought of as one of my more impressive attributes. I have light brown hair that sits just on my shoulders. The photo in my picture is actually a picture of my lips (I'll confess to touching up a slight blemish to make it a little prettier though). 


I study at one of the more prestigious Australian universities. I'm supposed to be "smart". Always hated that word though, as if smart is just something you're born. Smart is something you choose. 


I fell in love for the first time at 14. It was a beautiful summer romance. A little over three months. He was my first, a pretty special guy too. We're still friends all these years later. He called me today, asked me to send him a photo of his boobs, I told him he was a dick. He agreed. 


I've been in love twice properly. I think. The first time was from 16-18. I spent with a huge douche. He fucked my friends and I let it go. I was scared to be alone. Then he had a relationship with a girl in secret behind my back. Then I moved out. Moved in with a friend who I got into a committed BDSM relationship with for a few months (that's a longer story for another day).
The second time was with an old friend (18- nearly 21). We had one perfect year, six average months, six awful months. At the end he realised he needed to sexually experiment with guys. He dated a few guys, and now he's dating girls again. After all that, we're best friends. Ok...sometimes we sleep together. 


And what since? I've tried dating. It's not really working for me though. I'm not really the white-dress-in-a-church kind of girl. I wish I was. 


I'm endlessly teased for being a Vulcan (non-nerds: Google that Star Trek reference). I don't get attached, I don't fall in love. And today... today is my three year anniversary of being single. Feels like there should be party hats right?


What does one girl do with a three year stint in singlehood? You fuck. Everyone you ever wanted...