Fuck love. I want diamonds. Men are good for one thing essentially. Does it matter if they're funny or smart, or even attractive. They just grow to move on, leaving you heartbroken. Some bastards stay, they age and the face you fell in love with has changed. That will not happen to me. My love goes to the higgest bidder. In some cases, quite literally.
There was Bradley. He had the cock the size of my big toe. He didn't last long either. He showed me that men can be sweet and lovely, whilst being gorgeous. I had to realise the hard way, that those men exist because they have nothing downstairs. There was Micheal. He was great at sex. He knew how to work my body. I would orgasm within the first five minutes... the only problem was that he left me. Left me broken hearted with nothing to show for it. I wasn't happy because I knew it would be hard to find someone else that could work me that well and also, he had robbed me of my savings. It wasn't until Tyler that I realised money men are Mr Right. Tyler was quite frankly a dick. He cheated on me all the time, the only reason I didn't chuck him is because the gifts were beautiful. Prada, Gucci, Louis and diamonds had become my best friends and when he finally dumped me, I had 4.4 million to my name.
