And I saw. They carried your bags to their car, because you were fine. And when I say they, I mean they as in multiple. A different guy for a different day. The fields were played and you were winning, stocking girl.
And what's funny was that you shut them down. All the suitors came like flies, and you just dropped them on sight. You dissed them, backstabbed them and told them straightforward that they had no chance.
There's a nice way of telling guys off. We have hearts too if you didn't know.
Now no one wants you. You've played the field and people watched. Nobody wants to betray their friends (Guy rule number 17: never get it on with someone who your broke your buddy's heart. It's unloyal, unlawful and quite sick to be honest)
So now you're alone.
You're still hot. You still catch people's eyes, but their loyal friends quickly whisper to their ears that you are a total piece of shit.
So.... you wanna go out? Kidding. Kidding. What am I doing. Guy Rule 17, bro!
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