Camille
I first got in touch with my Bitchy side when I was 15. I had this horrible French teacher who hated me right from the start because I was top of my class. Although he was young, he had old fashioned ideas like 'girls shouldn't cross their legs nor slouch' and my favorite 'girls used to look away when their eyes met the eyes of a man... those were good times'. So when I slouched in my seat, crossed my legs tight and looked at him straight in the eyes, I did realize that I had a tendency to be strongly rebellious in reaction to those kind of behaviors.
Nowadays I can say that I'm a Heartless Bitch because I do what I want to do, and not what people expect of me, even if that means I will be labeled as 'uncool' or 'stuck up'. Yeah like I care. If being cool means having to shake your ass into a guy's hands during a session of practical jokes played on us, new arrivals in college, well I guess I'm so uncool.
I'm a Heartless Bitch because I'm not into the classic definition of romanticism. Give me roses and a poem and I'm out the door. Originality will get you much further with me.
Finally you might ask me why I want to join Heartless Bitches? Well it's really quite simple. I want to join HBI so the next time a guy calls me a Bitch I can look into his eyes, smile and say 'and a Heartless one too'.
My typical response to "Why are you ignoring me?" is, "My family's from Corse* and Normandy*, I was grew up in the suburbs*. I was raised by strong and independent women, rebellious and intelligent men. So trust me, you'd rather have me ignore you...
(*parts of France where people really have strong attitudes)
Country: France
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