Imagine this kind of guy who is a player. Super hot guy. Super stupid as well.
Imagine that on a friday's night you start talking to a northern girl in a club's restroom because of yeah, you're sometimes quite shameless.
Imagine that on a friday's night you start talking to a northern girl in a club's restroom because of yeah, you're sometimes quite shameless.
Imagine that you discover due to the random serendipity that both of you have been dating this guy in the same period of time. But, oppositely to the cute northern, you are not surprised at all because you're kind of an oldie now. You've learnt from all this shit and you can only get hurt from persons you truly respect, not from assholes. So following your adopted british philosophical skepticism, you just rise your eyebrows saying an inexpressive "well".
Imagine then, that after the initial shock you check his instagram in a middle of a cold city thousands of kms away.
Imagine that it's the international day of the woman (or something like that) and he has posted some bullshit about how important woman are and how much respect they deserve. We wouldn't be here without you, he says.
Imagine that it's the international day of the woman (or something like that) and he has posted some bullshit about how important woman are and how much respect they deserve. We wouldn't be here without you, he says.
Imagine now, oh how curious, he seemed to be different from all.
"Sorry, but one can't live for love, sex and rock'n'roll."
EL PONCHO. Només t'ha faltat afegir: Imagine that he's ur neighbor and u gotta see his pretty stupid bloody face every fucking day.
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