We’re at a party when I notice you keep looking alllll the way down at my boots. It’s so obvious, they are a lot farther down than tits, you know! I tell you to follow me upstairs and you trail behind like a puppy. Once we’re upstairs I let you know that I KNOW about your extremely transparent boot obsession. You get so embarrassed but I think it’s funny. Clearly, I am unphased. I order you to forget about your ego and just enjoy what’s about to happen. It may very well be the only opportunity you get in your silly little life.
