I like difficult women. Females unafraid to say exactly what they are thinking. Girls willing to bend the rules to do their version of the right thing. Strivers. Overachievers.
People who will go to battle for what they want and who they love.
I like sensitive women. People who get insecure and jealous and angry and sad--the host of negative emotions that we all feel at some point and, too often, are encouraged to compact into our guts and cover with a smile.
Above all, I like complicated women. The kind of people who can be forthright, giving and kind in certain situations, but have days when stress makes them dismissive, selfish and dishonest--maybe even with themselves. I like women with chips on th...