Ashley finally took off those rose colored glasses she had been seeing me through, as I suspected that she might. When she did, she found whatever loser trait or lack of quality all the women I've tried to date have found. I wish I knew what that quality was; I'd work it in to my repertoire.
Oh well, it was sorta fun while it lasted...
"One For My Baby", Frank Sinatra.
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