Something must be wrong with my addition because this shit ain't adding up. I'm trying to be yours, figure you out, and I keep coming back with no luck. I get it. You're really not used to a guy like me. I'm trying hard to be your man, Like MasterCard, I'm everywhere you want me to be. I let you ask, and like Domino's, it's yours in 30 minutes. Where they do that at, didn't I say something was wrong with my addition? You're like a math problem that I can't solve, a car with no key. I believe you could have any guy in the world, and for reason you chose me. I can see much in you. You're brilliant, sexy, and classy. When you go into BITCH mode, I'm sorry baby, you can get NASTY. I'm enjoying getting to know you day by day. I hope you're in it for a while, I guess I want you to stay. I'm getting closer to solving the equation and I think I've found the formula. It's trust multiplied by love divided by pas...
You enter a room and the people end their tasks and instantly gaze at you! They rush over to you anxiously anticipating what you're going to say. Your conversation and mannerisms are well polished with the very best of what the American educational system has to offer. The content of your conversation flows over a large array of topics and interests. Your dialect reeks of Southern persuasion. Your skin bleeds all shades of brown. You keep them coming back. You have just created "The Experience".