"If men were real estate, I
would be the proud developer and owner of the Trump Towers of Fixer-Uppers and
do-it-yourself Flip-That-Boyfriend. Thanks to my fruitless efforts of
heartaches and relationships, I often felt like the Betty Crocker bitch of
every man’s world that I had dated. I would sift the flour, beat the eggs, and
at times, I think I have had to even churn my own butter. And once my cake was
finally perfectly baked, all golden brown and aromas of vanilla frosting and
sprinkles filling the room, I would light the candle, and close my eyes only to
realize that some other bitch had come along and blown it out, yet again." ~ Dilara Esengil
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