“What the F*ck is Wrong With Me?” Part 3
In exactly 100 words.
You want to tell him she’s a lying whore.
But you’re classier then that, so you opt for sipping your wine and saying nothing at all.
You can’t lie to yourself; they’re a perfect couple. A ten matched with another ten. Un-fucking-believable. But you’re in love him, even though he makes stupid, ill-advised choices. Like her.
You fake a smile when she orders a “Meer-Lot” with her meal. Dumbass. And laugh at the joke she makes, though she can’t remember the punch line.
You’ve been able to get rid of all the others; this one shouldn’t be a problem either.