I met him. The quintessential “just a pretty face.”
He walked into the room and my roommate and I both could not turn away. If he’s straight – he’s mine. If he’s gay – he’s yours. We both agreed. I turned to my friend, who is also his landlord, and asked her how she is able to live with that every single day without being in heat! She says “Eh…I’m not into him.” That should have been a sign.
Some men should just not open their mouths. It ruins the pretty picture.
The second his mouth opened, I heard it. A perfect male body with a brain that has trouble taking words and putting them into nice, neat, interesting sentences. The true definition of the theory that incredibly good looking men lack any real personality, because they’ve always gotten through life on their looks. They’ve never really had to put any effort into getting a woman, because women always come to them. And…let’s not forget…they’re never usually any good in bed…because they’ve never had to be.
No thank you. If I want to do all the work, I don’t need you there, now do I?
