She knew that she was just a rebound, but we'd have a lasting friendship afterwards. And now I have the perfect, Frank Sinatra arm-candy. I turn heads when I go out. Women lean out of their boyfriend's cars to stare. The pachucos shout praisful questions at me at stoplights.
Life is good.
But she's not just an accessory, she's the woman I love. We can hang out for an entire day and not say a word. Yeah, she drinks away most of my money and demands the rest for jewelry. But at least the relationship is easy to handle. Unlike every other girl I've had, this one comes with a manual.