I didn't think I bought it, but I did

The used car salesman bit is hard to swallow. You don't don't believe a word out of his mouth. You don't believe the prices on the cars and you sure as hell don't believe that bad come-over. You walk away feeling vindicated at the fact that you weren't taken by another shyster. Another slimy weasel didn't take you for an extra few grand and you feel great.

So why can a girl take you for nothing and make you feel ten times worse?

She's cute. She has great tits, and she's friendly as all hell. She'll touch you, she'll flirt, but when the dust has settled, you're not important. You're not a priority. If there's something else diverting her attention. You don't matter.

You tell yourself she's an attention whore. You tell yourself she just likes to be the star. So why don't you listen? Why don't you throw her out of your mind like all the others. Why isn't it so easy?

Frankly, I don't think you want to. I think you want to believe that she's touching you because you're hot. You're awesome, and all this effort you've been putting in over the years has paid off. You've got the moves and she's fallen for em.

So flip the switch and something else comes along. Another attractive male, another target, a tastier treat. What's that feeling when she dumps you like yesterday's news?

And you can't remember why you bought it in the first place.