EVERY women loves the rich guy.

The one with looks that make them drool and forget their names.

The ones that they fall hopelessly in love with, and the ones that are dropped as soon as the rich guy finds another women that is more young and beautiful.

I am not that guy.

I'm the one that opens the door for the rich guys with their hot dates, as they come out of the limo intoxicated with lust and greed.

I am the one that ask's ; "Where to now Mr. Abrams?"

I am the one that see's as Mr. Abrams brings his "side chick" as he would refer it to his penthouse.

I am the one that drives him back home to "the love of his life" who always welcomes him with open arms.

I am the guy that slowly fell for the future Mrs. Abrams, Cameron Ann.

Call me a sore loser for saying this, but life isn't fair I should have been Mr. Abrams. I was suppose to get the girl and be rich at the same time.

But that wasn't the ending I got. No. The one I got was more . . . realistic.

"DON'T STOP! DO NOT STOP!" I heard through the thin glass wall, that Mr. Abrams current "side chick" was on the brink of happiness.

Call me a loser.

But I still hoped I would be the rich guy that has all the world has to offer.

Call me a loser, because that is what I am.

Ehh I don't know should I continue or nahh I was just feeling this story cuz of my new pen name.

yooooooo im kinda back? im going to the snow on saturday :)