I love men clean-cut & clean-shaven;
I hate man-buns & gauges.
(Less hair, more flesh, please.)
I love older men,
not old men (in “that way”).
I love mint-green MINI Coopers;
I hate smart cars.
(They look dumb.)
I love my womanly curves;
I hate that one of those curves isn’t concave.
I love epidurals;
I hate contractions.
(Except when I’m trying to reduce my word count.)
I love the Bible;
I hate some of the things in it.
(God as Bad Cop, Jesus, Good Cop.)
I love humanism;
I hate feminism.
(But femininity rules.)
I’d love to write for Harlequin;
I hate reading Harlequin romances.
(But such is called research.)
I love linguistics,
I hate statistics.
(One is a carton of pretty lies,
the other can be a pack of damn lies.)
I love it when people make an educated argument;
I hate it when they copy-and-paste.
I love conducting interviews;
I hate cold quoting.
(I am not a “Woman on the Street” type.)
I love Valentine’s Day now that I’m married;
I hated it when I was single.
(Still think it’s stupid, only I get stuff now.)
I hate things about this life,
but I love my life,
& live without regrets,
for to change the smallest thing
might have changed everything.