She says its not my fault. She says she’s in love. She says she’s happy. So why am I not. She won’t let me use her. She won’t let me have her that way. All I want is to tie her up so she can’t stray. Strap on a collar and hook her to a leash. Open up her legs and have myself a feast.
It’s like I’m relationship handicapped.
I’m sure she will change her mind. Until then I shall find another.