No Taboo
You’ve been spying on me at the gym for some time now. Me, the hot, petite, scandalous 23-year-old, you the just divorced dad looking to get back in the game. It couldn’t be more obvious how desperate you are for sex, the way you are finally getting into shape, the way you look at all the women in here – but especially me, the way you peacock your job, your car, your watch, your clothes, like women actually care.
Funny thing is, we don’t. Or I don’t. I’m 23 and gorgeous, at the height of my sexual prowess. Your silly ex just took you for half of everything, and no girl ever bragged to their friends about the Acura her new man drives. Do all the dumbbell lifts you want; you’ll need something better if you want my attention.