I don’t want a man that constantly takes me out to fancy restaurant dinner dates, that’s just a lazy mans idea of a date,it requires no thought just money, an object.
I want a messy spaghetti dinner in the middle of the night on a rugby field or burgers and ice cream on top of the roof at sunset. I crave something different, random, it’s much more exciting. I mean what’s so satisfying about half a leaf on a gold plate anyways?
Preeeeeetty relevent right now.