It's our first date and I've eaten a six-course meal. Acting spoiled and ungrateful, I complain about the food before continuing on about myself and how hard it is to find anyone up to my standards. I tell you that you're not good enough for me and you should consider yourself lucky! Between picking at my navel, burping, farting, and picking my nose, I complain that men just don't understand how perfect I am! I say that everyone is jealous of me because I always get asked to model but it's obvious that I'm delusional as I show off my jiggling belly and talk about how fit I am! Then I whine ... Show more