Everytime I hang out with this man, I hear constant water dropplet sounds. Idk why or how, but everytime I'm with him it sounds like the roof is leaking. Absolutely drives me crazy. The sound is so burned into my memory, I hear it in my sleep. I've tried explaining this to my therapist, but he keeps telling me I'm gay or something. I swear the water drops are trying to talk to me, like they hold the secret to unravel this man's life. Whenever I look at him, the droplet sound just takes over. My hearing becomes overwhelmed, I crumple to the ground, helpless, just listening to each individual water drop drill through my head. Everyone thinks I'm crazy, but I promise you this is no normal man. His water droplets are taking over my mind; I hear the droplet, I see the droplet, I feel the droplet, I AM the droplet. I can hear them now, fading into the distance...
Drip.... Drop... drip... drop...

An absolute rat bastard of a man. He's the kinda guy who rides those scooters they have at grocery stores "Because my feet are tired." He's the kinda guy who calls himself a feminist because he gave head once. He's the kinda guy who is a really sweet guy when he's flirting with a girl but after she tells him she "Doesn't ♥♥♥♥ on the first date," he responds with "Oh okay. Excuse me, I have to go to the bathroom," and leaves the ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ bar. He's the kinda guy who, when he goes to meet the parents and the mom answers the door he says "Oh, I didn't know she had a sister," with full intention of ditching his current date to try and get with her. He's the kinda guy who ♥♥♥♥♥ his neighbor's wife AND daughter and STILL comes to ask him to borrow his lawnmower for the weekend. What a bastard.