Omarosa— looser— loser— that relationship ended quickly.
Why?
I don’t dare be her fiancé: wWe’re in the trenches together to avoid fixing a gender blackout. l'm holding back, open to being a stupid squirrel, and I see the makings of what she did to me drunk on the dime.
The room must have been dissolving into braided rivers again and again. Maybe, while saving the cute kid from fire, from day-to-day gutters,. Maybe, you lose her?
In my experience, it's always worth waiting for Omɞ.