I'd kick her ass to the curb. (Assuming she came with amorous intentions.) At this rather late point in my life, and with me being the unattractive fucker that I am and always have been, I'd be very, very suspicious of any romantic interest shown me by a foid. There simply has to be some caveat, some snake in the grass. Perhaps she's a whore seeking to retire from whoring, or some crazy BPD bitch. Or something else entirely.
Paranoid? Perhaps. But if there's one lesson worth remembering that life has taught, it's this: if something seems too good to be true, prepare to be screwed over like there's a hurricane ravaging your ass.
Paranoid? Perhaps. But if there's one lesson worth remembering that life has taught, it's this: if something seems too good to be true, prepare to be screwed over like there's a hurricane ravaging your ass.
