as long as people are honest about its function.
PLEASE never tell me that you go there for the food. That has got to be the most ridiculously transparent excuse EVER. OKAY, maybe the food tastes better cuz you get an extra side of cleavage and ass for a 20 dollar tip. A guy telling me he goes to Hooters for the chicken wings is really telling me just how many colours are in his chauvinist rainbow, not because he likes his male ego stroked by someone he could never score, but because he really thinks I'm just that dumb or naive.
Anyways. Today I just... stopped caring. I don't know how I can bring it back... Or if I really want to?
He stopped telling me he loves me. What does that mean?
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