But nowhere near as fun.
I see what you are trying to do to me. And I love that it’s working. But I hate that I love it. You tricked me.
You were definitely the one who started tricking me, you dirty old man. <3
I know you have already noticed this, but I did not notice it: I am a catch. You should know. You are the one who caught me. I have so much to offer. I'm sure you know that as well. I keep throwing it at you, after all.
This started as a list of demands, but then I decided I should ask you instead of telling you. So I am ask-telling you to please let me have my way.
Here is a list of trivial material goods I require from you in addition to the payment of my bills:
A functioning computer for writing and various Internettings
Access to a removable hard drive for transfer of files
A physical location for us to build a home together (not trivial)
Art supplies (if you want me to paint you naked in all your glory, this is a must)
A room with good acoustics
A mode of transportation and driving lessons
Okay I ran out of things to require. Although the matching watches did seem tempting. I love all of that sickening coupley stuff. All I really need is you, you know. But that's apparently a given. <3