I only saw him for 6 weeks anyway. I wasn't attached. But he was a nice guy. One of those nice "normal" people who plays golf and helps children. I hate golf and I can't have children so it's probably for the best and you were probably sick of hearing about my obsession with T1 anyway. I don't care. You are not my type. You would hate me. I would hate you. But I wish I were like you. Everything so normal and non-dramatic. You're such a nice guy. I don't know why you're single. You're sweet and goofy and smart and funny. You'll find some nice, normal, sweet, funny girl and you'll get married and have kids and you'll be an excellent dad and I'll be jealous because my life is anything but normal but you know what? In a few years you'll be bored and then you'll hire girls like me to spend a few hours with you making you feel sexy and everything you're not and then you can go back to your nice normal life like it never happpened and I'll be okay with it 'cause that's what I do. That's my job. And I won't get attached just like you didn't get attached. Professional. Just business. Just don't let your heart get involved. You're better at that than I am. So I'm sure there'll be no problem. Go away and dismiss me. I'm disposable. Just like you were for me today. Thanks for your business. See you! Good luck to you!