I had my first kiss when I was 19.
Her name was Emma. She was also 19, with an irresistible English accent and very cute to boot. I was pretty sure that I was going to marry her.
Except that she dumped me, pulverizing my heart into nanoparticles. It was the only time in my life that [...]
What compels me to write this article today is a recent trip to the Harvard-Yale Game festivities, reminding me of how smart, educated women routinely sabotage their own chances for romantic fulfillment.
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If you don't think you're smart, fine. If you want to be resistible, fine. Otherwise, you need to get this book for yourself you smart woman you. 'Cause it's life-changingly awesome, that's all.
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