I get it though, now that youre on the downside of 30, the wrinkles are starting, the body is sagging and you have stretch marks and that c-section scar from pushing out that bad boys rugrat. I know it was impossible to see that that deadbeat irresponsible jerk was actually a deadbeat irresponsible jerk, but thats not my problem. While you were waiting for those texts that never came I was busy getting my career in order and maximizing my credit score. Now my biggest issue is deciding which color Audi Im going to buy. Why in the world would I choose to take on you and your problems?
In your twenties you barely gave me the time of day. Meanwhile you were jumping in bed with any guy with a neck tattoo or a prison record. Why would I date you? I know where youve been, and I hope youve been tested. From the trail of bad boys and the mistreatment you tolerated, no, invited into your life and seeing all the drama you created for yourself, I can only conclude that you dont need a nice guy, you need therapy! Im a simple guy and like my life uncomplicated. You are the human embodiment of drama and chaos, Id have to be crazier than, well
YOU to take on your baggage.