A whore and a hopeless romantic sit down at a bar
"Why do you let people use you," asks the romantic
"Because whether they love me or love me not, I end up feeling good. Why do you let people hurt you" asks the whore
"Because it feels good as long as I believe they love me"
They stared into each other's eyes
"I think you could learn to love me," says the romantic
"I think you would use me," says the whore
The bartender walks up and hands both of them daisies, the whore a 6 petal daisy, the romantic a 5
Tears sprung in both of their eyes as they left the bar
