Storming off, Zoe said "I wish you were the kind of guy I wanted to date."
At the same exact time, Trevor (still in the car) said "I wish you were the kind of girl I wanted to date."
Suddenly, Zoe stopped dead in her tracks, as her clothes changed a bit, becoming more tight and provocative. In the blink of an eye, Zoe Merlin had become the type of girl that Trevor Blake longed for ... a complete slut.
Trevor blinked as his views on girls changed. Girls needed to be respected. Their feelings mattered, a whole lot more than whether or not they wanted sex. Sure, they all looked so enticing, but it wasn't right for a guy to treat them like a piece of meat.
Zoe sauntered back over to Trevor's car, smiling the whole way, then leaned down towards Trevor's open window. "So, you wanna fuck, or what?" she purred into his ear.
"I ... I don't think that's such a good idea. This is only our third date, you know. I think we might be moving a little too fast."
Zoe suddenly became angry. "Well, if you're not going to fuck me, then I'll have to find someone who will!"
"By all means," Trevor said. "I think this dating thing was a mistake. You're not really my type of girl."
"And you're not my type of guy!" She spun around and stormed off again. "What a fucking pussy."
Trevor sat in the car and watched the sun go over the horizon, alone. He picked this spot to be romantic. But all Zoe could think about was having sex. If he knew that she was such a slut, he never would have tried to date her in the first place.
