A girl Should love pink

Joe leaned back in his chair and turned the question over in his mind. If he was going to take the question seriously (which he openly admitted to himself that he wasn't even going to try to), he probably would have gone into a detailed explanation of how he felt the color came with very disreputable social implications. He had always believed it was in many was an unprofessional or rather undisciplined color. He knew there was no way to take someone seriously if they had a blatant obsession for pink in any of it's forms. Even if it was culturally enforced upon girls when they were young he saw a love of pink as a sign of immaturity and honestly felt if he was female himself he would have worked his, or rather her ass off to distance from the color and it's connotations as much as possible. But that was far from the direction this quiz was taking and there was another point of view in which he regarded the color, one far more appropriate to the tone of how he was gearing his answers.

He envisioned the many women for the endless collection of porn that he had amassed over the years. Images of of bimbo sluts in bright bubblegum pink attire getting used and abused hard by hung studs, sexy buxom ladies in pink lingerie performing on camera enticing the hungry viewers. Many of them filmed in bedrooms full of pink frilly accoutrements and furnishings. The trust was, he saw pink as the ultimate visual cue of sexual and social deference. You didn't see dominants walking around in pink leather did you? No, he thought. Dominant figures, even females tended to wear powerful colors like black and red. Not that he was in any way into femdoms or any such thing. Dominance was dark and imposing, the opposite of bright and ****. He remembered seeing that movie Legally Blonde and retching at the implausible concept of someone dressing and acting in such away graduating from law school. To Joel pink meant sexy, pink meant slutty, pink meant submission, pink meant weakness. And while Joel would never in a million years see himself in that kind of position, his metaphorical dream girl was a directly contrasting matter. He picked up his favorite black ballpoint pen and began to write.

I'd absolutely love the color pink if I was a girl, it's such a perfect color to wear and surround myself with, I think that if I were a girl, I'd want to let everyone around me know what I'm all about before they even start speaking to me. I'd probably have a lot of pink around the house and even at work if I could get away with it. Depending on the situation, I'd love all forms of pink, from hot pink to bubble gum to light and pale to every shade in between. I'd put the average girly girl teeny bopper to shame.

Joel chucked to himself as he envisioned his ideal woman going out of her way to present herself like a bimbo, or in sexy lacey lingerie in the bedroom, this quiz was getting fun. He also looked down at his perfect immaculate handwriting with pride. He knew his break was nearly over and he would have to return to work properly soon enough. He took the pen he had chosen to fill out the questionnaire and put it in his shirt pocket. for later. he didn't want to accidentally use that pink gel pen for anything work related. Where did he get that thing again? It didn't really matter, he only wanted to use it for the quiz. Well, unless he had to leave a post-it for someone around the office, then he's shown them how to leave a damn note. He was still bitter about that. Maybe the pen was the cause of his perfect handwriting. No, he always had the best penmanship of anyone he knew. Isn't that what made him such a harsh critic? Of course it was. Joel decided to check his phone to see how much time he had left on break. He unclipped it from his belt and blushed slightly at the bright pink case his phone was in. He was glad none of his coworkers had called him out on it before. He unlocked the screen and saw the time in front of his background of light pink heart shaped clouds in a hot pink sky.

"Good thing no one ever saw that either." He said to himself as he realized that he had only time for one more question before getting back to work and eagerly turned to the next page of the packet. He smiled as this one was about appearance. Finally, he could really start developing his ideal women in detail now.