I'm going to be honest with you. I'm losing interest here. I thought you were going to ask me out after our three-hour conversation on New Year's. We've now been texting for 15 days and you said that maybe you'll ask me out at the end of the month when you finish moving. I told myself I wouldn't waste more time. I can't wait around until you can fit me into your schedule; this is just foreshadowing how I'd be second in your life anyway. Plus you don't make me laugh and your text messages make me cringe. Those are three Red Flags that my counselor taught me to look for before I took off running. Oh, and I'm not your sunshine. You don't even know me. So don't 'Good morning sunshine' me every other day. My sister said 'Rise and shine' is more appropriate.
Yeah, yeah, I know what you're going to say. That I'll regret this when I see you on the cover of Forbes. Well, I told you twice and I'll tell you again. Money doesn't drive me. I'd rather be poor and have someone to laugh with than hold my vomit in at a black tie event while I click my champagne glass with phonies.
I wish you the best of luck in life.
(Thank goodness for unlimited text messages...)
Pretty clear here, somewhat scorned, but nothing that can't be understood.
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