There are three of us.
Delilah. She's a fucking beast. She talks in warp speed, could kick your ass in CoD, and loves a good rave. She's our Asian perspective (please read our first post)
Mark. A man with a baby face - he's a lady killer who loves dashes. He'll outsmart you without trying and not even know it (or at least is decent enough to pretend not to notice). He provides the male perspective.
Mary. "You would think every Mary was the sweetest girl in town - but she could be a total animal." That's me. Two girls are better than one right?
This dinner we had tonight - three old friends catching up and talking about how ridiculous love and relationships are - and this is what fucking happened. Because if three relatively normal people, well, people that are good at faking it, can spend an entire goddamn night griping, then maybe, just maybe, everyone else is, too.
So this. Well it's part public complaining - part therapy (for us and anyone who cares to join us.)
Let the catharsis begin.
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