Novel & Cerita Tomboyish Personality

“Tom? Do you think I’m pretty?” He smiled but it didn’t reach his eyes. They didn’t sparkle like Monte’s had last night. She shook away the thought and waited for Tom’s answer. “Of course you’re pretty. You’re pretty to me, and I think you have a beautiful soul, and that’s all that counts.” She had a flashback to when she was in high school. That was how all of the popular kids described the ones who were the outcasts. She has a good personality, they would say just to be nice, or she has a sweet spirit.

…bastard really hung up on me? I sit in silence for a full minute, scowling at the wall like it’s responsible for my misery. What Henrik said really bothers me. Standards? Personality? I have those! I want a woman who makes me laugh and has the kind of body that gives me a hard-on when I’m supposed to be listening to her talk about her day. Personality? Please. I have so much personality that I’m not legally allowed in plain shirts. “Personality,” I mutter out loud, testing the word. It sounds like a disease. Or a protein shake flavor. Nobody wants that. They want shoulders and abs. And I want a woman who—

I don’t deserve that or him, with how incapable I am. I don’t have girlfriends. I keep pets. Literally women who sign a piece of paper that says they obey me, and even those max out in a matter of hours or weeks. So I know it’s me. I know I’m the reason that Tio doesn’t like or trust people. Why he shies away from them and refuses to speak, no matter how I try to encourage it. There are maybe a handful of people that can go near him that he interacts with. So when the woman I was trying to fuck fifty ways from Sunday, goes from sex kitten to ethereal nymph who can understand him..... I felt like a bomb went off, and I got stuck in the freeze-frame capture of it.

“I don’t do glittery crowns or slow dances. I can barely tolerate heels for more than five minutes. And makeup? I mean, Kaylee once tried to contour my cheekbones and I looked like I lost a fight with a bronzer stick.” I laughed. “Maybe you’re just not giving yourself enough credit.” “I’m a tomboy, Hunter. Always have been.” I smiled at her using my last name. She only did that when she was playfully challenging me. “And maybe that’s exactly why you should run,” I said gently. “You’re different. Real. People notice that.” She eyed me skeptically. “People laugh at that.” “They used to,” I said. “Not anymore.” Zara raised an eyebrow. “Why? Because I’m dating you now?”

A huge smile formed my lips this time, when I thought about my family. Ever since I lost my parents to a plane crash when I was seven, my paternal grandmother, Grandma Felicia took me in. And became my guardian. Along with my cousins whose parents had died before mine. That was how I grew up, with the same skinny and tall body like them, that earned me the name Tomboy. I was living and acting like a boy since they treated me like one of them. Even when I hitted puberty and developed tiny breasts and my first menstrual flow, they still treated me like one of them. Something which I was grateful for.

She dressed like a tomboy, without flowing black hair or heavy makeup, but that couldn't hide her delicate features and lively charm. She was Tommy's type. Finally snapping back to reality, Lena reached out to shake Tommy's hand. "Nice to meet you." She was a little embarrassed about meeting Calvin's family right in front of him. She retracted her hand quickly, yet couldn't help but take a few more glimpses at Tommy. Why were all these men so attractive? Was it merely because of Lena's lack of exposure to the rest of the world? Tommy seemed a bit younger than Calvin. He had fair skin and handsome features and seemed radiant, resembling the gentlemen in Bronson's books.

I clenched my hand into a fist against my chest, refusing to look at Boyd again. I stood there, leaning against the wall in anguished silence, so many things running through my mind. So many reasons Boyd had for not liking me. Was I too much of a tomboy? I know I wasn’t wearing a lot of makeup even yesterday when I was playing the part of a realtor. I’m more of a tomboy than a pretty girl, like the Luna he was so infatuated with or the demented Luna that was holding him hostage. Do I need to get a fucking boob job and a hair straightener to be his type? Should I take Winnie up on his offer to dress me?

"She... She's quite boyish, always hanging around the boys. I find her easy to get along with." Lina asked, "Toph, I want to ask you something." "Sure, go ahead." "Does Desiree have a boyfriend?" she asked. "She probably doesn't," Toph answered truthfully. "Does she have any close female friends?" "Um... I've never heard about that." Toph scratched his head. "She has a boyish personality and prefers to hang out with boys. So, I don't think she has many close female friends." Lina smiled. "If she really had such a good personality, many girls would like hanging out with her."

"Maybe she has learnt her lesson that it's not good for a woman to behave like a man." Grace nodded, "you are right. Maybe this will make her understand that it's not good to be a tomboy, be it whatever reason she has. But her own case is different, we both know she is not a tomboy and the outside world don't even see her like that." "Yes, they see her as a man because no one knows she is a woman." Grace shook her head with a sigh, "Malcolm will kill me if he finds out." Evelyn chuckled, "you are his beloved sister, he will understand."

“You know why I don’t want you here, huh? What do you think you know?” A frown of incredulity wrinkled her brow. “I know what men have been saying about me since puberty hit. I rarely wear makeup and I don’t own a dress. I hate lace and I think fatigue pants are a great fashion do, despite what magazines say. I never mastered the fine arts of giggling and eyelash batting. I like fishing, loathe cooking, and can drink a six-pack of beer in under four minutes, if challenged.” She tossed back her head, fighting tears, and her face said that she was annoyed because of it. “I’m a tomboy. And I know for a lot of guys—for you—it’s a turnoff.” Her comment was so wrong, Deke almost couldn’t process i