You know, it always cracks me up when I hear certain women endlessly complaining about how they can’t find men who truly appreciate and love them. How they keep running into assholes who mistreat them and undervalue their worth. How it’s never about money, status, or looks it’s always about his soul.
Yet every time I see a man with a great soul trying to show these same women the affection, love, and devotion they say they crave, those men get passed over. Rejected in favor of Bobby the bodybuilder with seven kids from eight baby mommas, or Rich the banker with the house in the Hamptons and a Range Rover. WHATEVER.
Some people honestly just amuse me. Maybe they are meant to be alone, locked in a cycle of pain and disappointment.
But what the fuck do I know? I’m just a genius.
GVG
~we’re the warriors they write epics about~
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Co-sign.
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