I saw her, you’re not being very discreet. She’s skinnier than me, prettier than me, possibly funnier than me. Maybe she’s easier to handle. You didn’t even try but I guess you could tell pretty quick that I’d be more work than I’m worth. Maybe her parents are abusive, or she has a drug problem, or she’s seceretly depressed. Or. She’s an “or”, I’m an “and”. You want the girl who silently cries herself to sleep, but wakes you up with a blowjob. Why would you want a hurricane.