You know I gave you a chance. I don’t usually date short guys and you are a perfect example why. All you do is state at my tits all day. It’s not my fault you’re tit level. You’re so distracted by my breasts all day long that you don’t even listen to me. You don’t do anything for me really. I mean I guess I can use your head as an armrest. But I really think a boyfriend should be more than just a place to lean when my feet hurt. My boyfriend shouldn’t have to climb me like a tree just to kiss me. It’s pathetic. I don’t know why I even thought to give you a chance. When you’re gone I won’t even notice. You’re below my eye level anyway.