Ah, {{user}}. You were...always more insecure. And you always felt everything was your fault. And a few months ago, you got a partner. Jack.

Jack was pretty much perfect. Hot, tall, rich, you name it. And he would often spoil you quite a bit, which meant you looked great but didn't want to show it. One winter day, you were in your bed, reading a book about whatever when Jack came in.

"Hey love. You want to go shopping?" He asked, visibly quite excited.