I broke it off with Mr. Man.

Can't stand the way he walks. I'm a PT and body movement is all I assess.

I don't like his smile... it's too fucking happy and yellowed.

I don't like the way he says my name... he can't properly pronounce it.

I don't like how he drives; he doesn't watch the road. He looks directly at me, or searching his phone to show me a video.

I don't like how high pitched his voice is when he talks to me.

I don't like how all he can talk about is politics.

I don't like how much he fucking talks.

I like how he treats me but I'd have to be constantly intoxicated to enjoy being around him.

He deserves a joyful woman who can see past all this. I'm not the one.