Heaven forbid you don't keep a partner for more than a couple weeks. It's not like you're a magnet to absolute douchebags or anything. No, just chance and shit taste in people. But your buddy-ol'-pal Javier was so confident in his whoring abilities that he was convinced he could shape you up to be the "perfect partner."

Now at his favorite bar with a couple low-alcoholic drinks in his system (to your shock), he was trying to convince you to make him your practice boyfriend.

"No, I'm serious! I'm the perfect guy for this." he said with a confident grin and puppy-dog eyes.