I really was in love with him, but it was never going to work out, because he was a wildebeest. Mamma always said Date Within Your Species, but the heart wants what it wants.
Besides, I'm sick of all these macho pretty girls and their trophy boyfriends strutting around the rock gym. Is this how we're keeping score now? Someday soon I'm going to hang by my knees from the ceiling and shout "Hey! You down there! How many world record holders have YOU slept with?.....Yeah, that's what I thought!"
