Persistent as fuck. If an intelligence agency had a file on me, I’m pretty sure that would be stamped across the cover. “Bitch doesn’t quit” might be on there instead. I know what I want. At least when it comes to men. I’m not subtle about it. And I pursue it with all the determination and ambition of a cat chasing a laser pointer. I will catch that red dot—even if I fall ass-over-tit and embarrass the shit out of myself in the process.
