“I’m not like other girls” she says, though not with the air of superiority
“Oh?” He asks, intrigued at the aspect of dating someone unique
“Other girls are magnificent
Individual
Beautiful
Intelligent
In all different ways
If I were like other girls, I would think much more highly of myself”
The boy steps back, aghast at such a statement
The girl smiles at his reaction, before turning to her girlfriend sitting on the other side of her
“Silly of him to think I would ever fall for someone who doesn’t think that you’re the most wonderful person to walk the earth”
-the plot twist we all needed