Balancing Act: I Want A Man, Not A Fan

When I come home at night I'm usually greeted by four eggshell-colored walls, the incessant chiming of my ADT system and the sweet smell of vanilla breeze scented Glade Plug-Ins. That's it. In case you're missing the point, I'm 31-years-old, single and sick of these lame behind dudes...
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