New Year's resolutions are for the birds. Lose weight. Get a promotion.
Poppycock. I have a better one.
Be just like a dude.
I'm tired of being used up and spit out. Having guys make me believe that they really like me only to let me down. It's my turn to use them as my plaything.
At least...that's what I had told myself.
Then I met Matt. My first victim. He was just another rich jerk that wanted to show me a good time for the night then disappear the next day.
Except...he kept calling me afterward.
Well, I'll show him. I won't let him get one over on me. Commence Operation Resolution!
