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I didn't have a boyfriend until I graduated from college. I'm not ugly. Girls ten times uglier than me are chased. It's not that nobody wants it, but I didn't give others a chance. I don't know what is the worst thing for men to scold women, but I know that all the men I snubbed must have scolded them. I don't care what I scold, anyway, they can't call me "bitch"-because they didn't seize my opportunity.

A woman's greatest weapon is beauty.

Some women decorate the world around them with beauty, but I don't. I use beauty as a weapon. I was born weak, I have no strength, all I have is beauty.

I like to torture men who love me with beauty. Have you ever seen a cat catch a mouse? I'm like a cat that finds its target. I played with them cruelly and slowly until the next victim appeared.

At the age of 26, I am still a virgin.

When I was 23, I let a man sleep in my bed. I lay there shamelessly crossing my legs all night, letting him intervene. But until dawn, my hair was still intact. He sniffed my body odor, which, in his own words, was "the scent of a virgin". But he doesn't know how to steal my fragrance. He grew a good embryo.

Only then did I understand what is the most important thing for a man. What are they most proud of and ashamed of? During the six months together, the well-dressed diplomat stripped me naked every time we met, but he couldn't. He has the ability to make money, but not the ability to enjoy it. His things are not as good as a finger. We have tried almost every occasion: the desk in his office, the back seat of his car, the sofa in his living room, my kitchen ... none of them succeeded. He said we should have oral sex. I made him smile.

He said that the last thing he wanted to say was that he loved me.

I said the last thing I want to say is to go to hell with you.

I have hated men since I was ten years old.

I thought I was not a virgin for a long time before I met a diplomat.

A man molested me. His surname is Li, and he is my father's driver. The night before the fourth grade spring outing, my father asked him to drive me to buy food. On the way back, he said he was going to the office. It's past eight, and the whole yard is empty. The office is on the third floor. When he came down the stairs, he said, I'm carrying you. Then he put his hand on my vagina and copied me. Although he is only ten years old, I know it is wrong for him to do that. I struggled to say put me down. His hands are rougher. At that time, there were no voice-activated lights, and the corridor was dark. I can't see him, but I feel his cold hands sticking out from the front of his pants. With a sharp pain, a finger was inserted into my body ... with a scream, I pushed his hand away and ran downstairs.

I spent a whole month in fear. I tasted depravity too early, so I never looked down on prostitutes and so-called morally corrupt women. Without bad men, where can there be bad women?

I didn't tell my dad because I was ashamed. The result of telling him may be that I was beaten. He always lacks warmth, no one.

That night, I knelt in the moonlight in front of my bed and vowed never to mention it to anyone again. I vowed to get back at him. But from then on, I began to hate not only him, but all men. From big to small. In the sixth grade, I tied my hands and feet with hemp rope and pushed them to the ground, then rode on him. I want to break his waist. He cried desperately, but from his crying, I only realized the condescending happiness. Ten years later, I felt that happiness again: I seduced the man who destroyed my spiritual chastity and let his wife see him flirting with me in his own bed. I wanted his doll-like daughter to suffer the same situation as me, but I finally let her go. I don't want her to be like me. I don't hate women. I'm a woman myself.

I am not shameless, I am not a born devil, and I am not a born pervert. Without a driver, I should hold my boyfriend's hand and smile like all girls. I should have married a man who loves me and had my own small bed, instead of rolling from this strange bed to another.

My feelings are dead.

I abandoned men, I easy virtue. But I still fell in love with a man. I want to marry him. He is very kind to me, and I want to give up my hatred for him. I thought loving someone meant being honest. I told all my experiences on Christmas Eve. Then I quietly waited for him to comfort me and forgive me as written in the novel.

The subsequent experience made me know men again. It is said that love makes people stupid. I had a stupid Christmas.

Before speaking, he looked at me deeply and said that he didn't care about my past and he wanted my future. But when the story was finished, he was shocked. For a long time, he said that you are not a virgin, and I said that I am still; He said you were played by a man, and I said I was playing with a man, but I can't do it for you. He said I couldn't have you even if you were a virgin. I said I would prove it to you. He stopped me and said, no, you are mentally degraded. I said I love you, and he called you a bitch.

I climbed to the 25th floor, and I wanted to die. But it's not after all. I'm not afraid of death. I can't die for a man. I cried and cried. From that day on, I thought my love died like a stray dog. I didn't jump off the building, but my feelings have jumped.

Many people think I am a lady.

Others only see my "Ports" suit and "Joy & PEACE" shoes; They can't see that my heart is occupied by hatred. On the surface, I graduated from the English department and worked as a sales manager in a foreign company. I am beautiful and capable, and I am good at dancing with long sleeves. My family is quite rich, and I am above others. Many people chase me. Because they don't know that on a Christmas Eve, a man I love called me a "bitch"; They don't know that I have been afraid of men's fingers for more than ten years; They don't know that when I was twenty years old, I jumped on a 37-year-old man with full hatred; They didn't know I was naked, so they smiled and said to a diplomat, you are not as good as a eunuch.

So I am still beautiful, lovely and proud during the day.

So far I haven't given my virginity to any man. It's not that I don't want to, but that I can't give my most precious things to men, to men I don't love.

I masturbate. But I am not ashamed, because it is human nature to satisfy myself.

I once shared a room with a girl named Fei in Tianjin for a while. At that time, she secretly loved the boy next door. That boy is very close to us. He has the key to our house-he helps feed the dog while we are away. My roommate is away on business for two or three days. I asked him to help feed the dog at night, and I said I wouldn't go back. But I was free that day, so I went back in the afternoon. After taking a shower, I lay naked and lazy in bed. Just then, the door rang and I knew it was him. Just as he came in, I pulled the quilt. Although I want to seduce him, I want to hurt him; But I have no right to hurt the fee and I have no right to rob it. I know what to do and what not to do. I'm not so bad. Then they really got married, and I was the maid of honor.