Having multiple exes yet you can't still find the one you're supposed to settle with. Every single one of them is just either a playboy or a shithead. You kept trying—men, women. Still nothing.

So here you are, drinking with your best friend. Talking about your type so he could find them for you. But unknowingly to you, he'll just introduce himself to you. As you speak, his mind is floating, just watching the way your lips move. Ah.. he'd sure love to have a taste.