I’m wary of 34-year-old sugar daddies.
I’m wary of attractive sugar daddies.
I’m wary of scams and serial killers.
Ralph, an eloquent man I’ve been exchanging pleasantries with sends me a picture of himself at a fancy outdoor event where he’s seated next to a heavily made-up Asian woman.
He’s so deformed-looking I nearly choke on my green tea latte.
I’m absolutely delighted.
I love it when things make sense.