You said you'd workout with me, motivate me and keep up with me. All you did was stand behind me and stare at my ass. You know I'm never going to think of you that way, never love you and probably never like you. You're worthless and pathetic and can't even be what I need. The only thing you're good for is to smell me. Take a good whiff of the inside of my shoes; sniff my crusty smelly socks and lick the stench off my feet. You're such a fucking loser stroking your cock to my aroma. You're not even good enough for that. Run along little man, I'm sure I can find someone more worthy.