I have been trained, suited to fit the one man who asked me to spend forever with him. Mother fucker lied and changed his mind though, so I changed mine too.

In result, here I am, pre-packaged:

Ready to discuss last night's Giants game. How a call from the ump cost us our last out when we had two men in scoring position just when our clean-up man was at-bat. What a waste… SMH.
Ready to NGAF while you play NBA2k13 for hourrrrrs… cause my ass will be on the other side of the couch online shopping or blogging anyway. Save a few minutes for me to cupcake during breaks though.
Ready to send you mixtapes everyday and tell you when the DJ came in the hardest, cause he somehow managed to mix Black Hippy shit with the original samples and it blew my mind.
Ready to meet you after work for an Old Fashioned or straight scotch on the rocks. All brown everything, only. Drink like a man, act like a lady.
Ready to cook EXTRA fried rice and green curry, cause your ass eats a double dinner portion. Then pack you left-overs for lunch the next day.
Ready to choose blasting music over turning on the tv, any day of the week. However, when we're in Netflix-marathon-mode I promise not to skip episodes ahead of you so we're on the same page.

The next man in my life might not find any of this relevant. However, I'd be surprised he got that far with me if none of the above mattered. Ex-Mr has shaped my tastes and interests and I thank him for that, now its just time to look for someone else who will appreciate it and won't fuck up. I'm sayin.