I think this means you, Brian. It's no secret that I'd totally have you any way you wanted. All you'd really have to do is say the word, and I'd be yours. Hell, we wouldn't have to have a label, and I'd still do anything you want.
People keep telling me not to waste my time on you. That I'm better than you. That I deserve better. But here's the thing, I think you're great. I love that you pretend to be super confident, but underneath it all, I think you're kind of insecure. Superficially, I love your height and size. I get the feeling that I'd be completely protected by you. Sometimes I imagine how we'd be together. I think we'd fit perfectly. It doesn't even bother me that you're a couple years younger than me.
Too bad that I'm not your type. You care too much about outward appearances. I'm not a little, cute girl. I'll never be one of those girls. I have a personality. And I realize that makes me one of those "ugly girls," that has a good personality. But I think you should just give me a try. We could be great. Just think about it for a bit. You know I'm here waiting.
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