EMERY
The problem with men is their inflated egos. They can't help but get caught up in the competition, always striving to prove themselves, to be the best, to be admired. And it's precisely this weakness that we, as women, can use to our advantage. With the right effort, we can easily control them and make them regret ever trying to hurt us.
Sitting on Lil's bed, I absent-mindedly tap my index finger against my arm while half-listening to her talk about her day with Jared. She seems so in love, describing her feelings with poetic metaphors that make me roll my eyes. Instead of a simple 'I love you', she keeps saying that he's the anchor to her stormy sea, the melody to her chaotic symphony, and the guiding moon in her darkest nights. That's a bit much, even for Lil.
