You took me out, it was fine. You were lucky to have the most beautiful girl by your side in public. You noticed all the stares from strangers, you felt that things were going great. Then I invite you over to my place and you're super nervous. Could it be? You think to yourself "maybe I'm not a loser after all!" Wrong. You get to my place and I have the drinks out, candles lit. You think that I care about you. Wrong. I start pouring you more and more. You're a lightweight so you start getting dizzy pretty quickly. From the haze of my candlelit beauty and hot outfit, you kind of don't even ...

You took me out, it was fine. You were lucky to have the most beautiful girl by your side in public. You noticed all the stares from strangers, you felt that things were going great. Then I invite you over to my place and you're super nervous. Could it be? You think to yourself "maybe I'm not a loser after all!" Wrong. You get to my place and I have the drinks out, candles lit. You think that I care about you. Wrong. I start pouring you more and more. You're a lightweight so you start getting dizzy pretty quickly. From the haze of my candlelit beauty and hot outfit, you kind of don't even care when I ask you for your wallet. Too fucking easy. Typical desperate loser. I take your wallet and then your phone. I take advantage of you. You realized you kind of liked it. I sent pretty much everything in your checking account into mine. Maybe you should have had a password on your phone. Whoopsie. The next morning you wake up and I tell you to get the fuck out because I have a real man coming over. Too bad for you. Back in your place like the rejected loser you are.