Imagine this: A loner girl meets a handsome outsider with a shady past and a bad-boy reputation. He tells her that he’s no good for her, that she’s better off without him, that she should stay away from him.
And she does.
And instead of getting caught up in whatever his angsty drama of choice is, she goes on an adventure. To college, maybe, or to beauty school, or faerie land, or she gets a job on a cruise ship and travels the world. She meets other young women and slowly learns that they are not vapid or silly for liking different things, they are potential friends as much as potential enemies or threats, and what they become is up to her as much as them.
The idea of being “not like the other girls” loses its charm. She makes changes. She makes friends.
Maybe she meets another guy. One who doesn’t warn her away immediately. One with whom she is not obsessed immediately. One who devotes effort to proving to her that he’s good for her, that he cares about her, rather than manipulating her into desperately trying to prove to him that he’s good for her.
Or maybe she doesn’t. Maybe she meets a girl. Maybe she finds that friendships and a successful career are far more fulfilling than romance, at least at this stage in her life.