Girls. I'm Hot. I'm Cool. You're Missing Out
That's a Spitfire.
You can catch me and you can have me.
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Frankly I am a little disappointed. I know you want me. I feel your attraction.
Best boy. For three hours I showed off in the Cellar Dog and earned your interest but not a one of you had the spirit to flirt with me.
All of your peer men can't match me. Trashed. I trash them with everything I do what are you waiting for?
I am so gallant. You all see how I treat you. Chivalry in 2025. I do it and do it well. Could I be a better gentleman?
I am running for office. That's an easy excuse to talk to me. The easiest. Ask me about #AllWomensRights.
What alternative do you have? Your men are sad. Weak and timid and rude to you. Bad in bed. Bad at pillow talk. Bad at caring about you as you want and not bad enough as an outlaw to turn you on.
Hi! I am talking to you. A higher quality guy. Untouchable. Unstoppable. Lightning in sandals.
Take the reins of your life in your hands. Don't let group-think slow you down. You want me. Grab me! I won't say no.
Stop me on the street. Come up to me in The Park. Call me text me DM me flirt with me any way you want. You have nothing to lose. I am so kind, and a hellion at the same time.
Do I need to continue this essay? Every male in Manhattan SUCKS compared to me. That's not bragging. That's a fact. Allow me to demonstrate at your convenience.
Allow me the honor of your company for an evening or afternoon or morning. Whenever! Wherever!
Whenever, wherever
We're meant to be together
I'll be there, and you'll be near
And that's the deal, my dear
There over, hereunder
You'll never have to wonder
We can always play by ear
But that's the deal, my dear
