Welcome to the age of un-innocence, where closing the deal and self-protection is paramount.
Cupid has flown the co-op.
How the hell did we get into this mess?
No one has Breakfast at Tiffanys, and no one has affairs to remember.
Instead, we have breakfast at 7am
and affairs we try to forget as soon as possible.
"Money is power. Sex is power. Therefore, getting money for sex, is simply an exchange of power..."
But where's the line between professional girlfriend, and just plain professional??
While women are certainly no strangers to faking it; we faked our hair colour, cup size...hell, we've even faked fur. I couldn't help but wonder: has fear of being alone suddenly raised the bar on faking? Are we faking entire relationships?? Is it better to fake it or be alone?
As I walked home, I wondered since when did being alone equivocate to being the modern-day Leper? Would restaurants soon be divided up into sections?
Smoking, non-smoking, single, non-single...
Every fibre in my 20-something being screamed GET OUT, YOU KNOW BETTER THEN THIS!
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