Tonight I went to a gig with herb. We had a great time as usual, but also as usual as the drink hits the pit of her belly Herb gets slightly big headed and somewhat competitive. Don't get me wrong she has a lot to be boastful of, she us an accomplished and attractive girl and has done well to get where she is; but tonight, somehow, I ended up being labelled in some respect as competition or rather a marker for her success and it was all a bit surreal. I mean... Have I or would I ever do that if things were flipped? I'm not too sure I would have.
Hmmm
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