Once I had a friend, who seemed kinda gay but really he wasn’t… so much. He looked gay and he had some collections that screamed “I’m so fucking gay that I’m covered in ass” – you get the point by now, right?
He looked for love in all the wrong girls, and one day he asked me “Why do I always fall in love with the wrong girl?”. I didn’t hesitate one second and said “Because you need to fall in love with the right man. Seriously. You cannot have a tea collection and not be gay”. He looked at me funny.
Once I had a friend, who fell in love with all the fucked up ladies and said to me “I just love crazy-ass girls. I cannot help myself” and then I said “You need some help”. He looked at me funny.
Once I had a friend, who thought he fell in love with all the fucked up ladies, but really he was just way too fucked up himself to notice how non-fucked they were.
This friend is still looking for love.
Good luck, mate.
Or should I say: good luck, girly?
