Can we all just agree that we want someone who feels this way about us?
Text message received at 10:58A:
Except when [the shirt is] on you and you’re around me, it doesn’t have long before it ends up on the floor.
I’ve dated all of your pathetic asses, and all of you had seriously fatal flaws. After blowing you off at some point in time, in a manner befitting how utterly terrible I thought you were on a scale of 1-2 – 1 being “I’ll text you that it’s not working,” 2 being “I’ll drop off the face of the earth and suggest you do the same,” – most of you fell into the 2 category. The problem was that I didn’t have any prospects other than you lot, and I was getting increasingly exasperated and lazy about finding anything better.