This is a sad but true tale. I'm obsessed with a man who seemingly doesn't give a damn about me. I met him at a job THREE years ago. I worked at a place that people say is a cult, whether it is or not, I don't know. Anyway he held my hand and said he had something he wanted to tell me. I still don't know what that thing was. When I lose all this weight, I am going on the meat market, no offense meant.
BTW: The job was for Lyndon LaRouche, a failed candidate for President