She has these passionate flights of fancy. One day, she wants to be a photographer. A week later, she wants to be a fashion designer. A week later she wants to drive a race car.
I enjoy it. I'm a sucker for passion. I just don't get too involved in the specifics unless she bugs me enough.
That does sound enjoyable!
It is. It's always something new.
Ain't nothing wrong with that!
Man the other day I had an epiphany. I got a woman living in my house and she sleeps in my bed and she lets me do all kind of fun things to her but I don't know how the hell that even happened. I had five girlfriends earlier this year. And I rather enjoyed that. This woman that lives here with me was not even one of those five. What the fuck happened? I don't know how I ended up like this
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