Today's 100 words:
He had a ponytail. That was the first thing I noticed about him. This was back in the mid-nineties, when ponytails seemed cool and sexy--or maybe that was just my idea. He reminded me of a rocker, and I'd always been attracted to that type: the bad boy, the one all the women want, the one with the romantic eyes and sensuous lips. The one who would end up breaking my heart. I didn't know I'd be willing to give up so much for him: I changed; I hurt people I love.
I'd do it again.