It doesn’t matter how many times I see the girl go home with the least-common-denominator clone, I will not bend. I will not dress like them. I will not talk like them. I will not act like them. I am me. If she can’t see, she doesn’t deserve me.
They say they want “tall, dark and handsome”, but they’re lying. They want predictable and “safe”. They want the guy that wears the right clothes, listens to the right music and plays the game. Fuck all that. I’m me. And I’m better than that.
Now if they would just wise the fuck up, things could get moving along.