I’m not some indiscriminate U-Hauler. I have standards. I’m a picky bitch. I like you, I thought that was very mutual. You’ve spent eleven consecutive days with me. We have eaten every meal together and spent every night in my bed. You wear my clothes to your work. You use my makeup, all my products. I had to buy a new Stila lip stain! It’s like you’ve moved in unasked but I’m not good enough to be your girlfriend.
