I don’t care if Vince is married or if he’s twice my age. I’m gonna make him mine.
I’m young and fresh and pretty. I’m bouncy and bubbly and everybody tells me I’m gorgeous.
I can get any man I want, and I deserve a man like Vince.
He’s so dreamy, so accomplished, so powerful.
His pathetic wife is nothing compared to me.
Oh sure, she used to be a runway model, but let’s face it, she’s not that firm anymore, and the stretch marks are beginning to show.
Which is why I don’t even care if Vince stays married to her.
I’ll just have my fun with him and rub it in her face.
I’ll invite myself over to his house and make his wife prepare a candle-lit dinner for us.
I’ll cuddle and smooch Vince in front of his wife and mock her while she refreshes my drink.
She’ll be lurking in the dark watching me and her husband.
Her jaw hanging and her abdomen clenched.
She’ll probably be excited by the whole scene.
Isn’t that pathetic?
Whatever. I don’t care. She can watch.
She’d better not do anything weird though.
That would be so pathetic.