Traffic cones have a better love life than I do.
Oooh I like this comment…
“As I dance around him, his hand grasping mine ever so tightly I catch a glimpse of my arch nemesis… she slowly walks up towards us with that slick look in her eye as if planning something. As I’m eyeing her, my hand slips from his and before I can place it back, his hand has already been taken over with hers… to my surprise they start dancing together, ignoring my presence. I try to look for an opening between them to fit myself back in but it’s no use. I’m left alone with no hand to hold. A tear sheds from my right eye as I walk out of the ballroom. What was I thinking? I couldnt compete with her. He is her property now.”