Saturday night at the Marquee
Saturday night at the Marquee Club. I get off work, get a drink, sit down, relax. Pretty soon I'm having a conversation that it seems like I've had a couple of times recently:
"Man, Nicole is so hot."
"Hmm. I don't think she likes you very much."
"Yeah. What's up with that? It seemed so awesome when we were together... I thought it was wonderful."
"I think she cared about you."
"I totally cared about her."
"And then you went and slept with someone else."
"Hang on, now... She knew exactly what I was all about. She even used to say things like she found my promiscuity 'intriguing' and stuff like that."
"Well... I guess she couldn't handle it."
Just wanted to say that, if I care about someone, I still care about them while they're sleeping with someone else.