She’s definitely dancing for us, bro. Just you and I. She had no one else in mind when she decided to throw on a white bra, forget to put a shirt on over it, and dance like a sexy slithering snake. That’s what I choose to believe, and I suggest you follow suit. I still hold out hope that one day I’ll run into Emily at a bar and she’ll succumb to a moment of weakness and fall for a 28-year-old skinny fat blogger. Hope is a good thing, maybe the best of things, and no good thing ever dies. Just gotta figure out a way to get rid of this fuckboi.
Nice pose, bro. Looks completely natural. I’m not bitter at all.