Counterfeit Dating

"Her name was LOLA, she was a showgirl, with yellow feathers in her hair and a dress cut down to there" it seemed like she was dating Big P, but in reality, he said she he truly valued her as a friend if they dated it may end. And he'd been sad without her.

Lola, a stunning woman, as all of the fluffs are smoking hot. She met a man. This is no typical man, as he make her body tingle, her veeje ache and sometimes when she is alone thinking of this man, she could even see herself having his babies. Ew. Babies.

When a woman begins thinking about having a baby with a man you know that she's completely smitten. Babies are the thing of the past. There was a time, when making love, having babies, and getting married was the hip thing to do. We're going back to our biological roots.

Back to Lola and Big P, they are friends. Close friends, but not friends with benefits, except for that one time after day drinking during the World Cup. Viva Italiana.

Shortly following their sexual encourter, fo boyfriend, Big P explains to his BFF that the reason this lovely experience can never happen again is because she is much too important to him.

Wait, I want to say that again. A man turned down sex because a woman is "much too important to him."

He's afraid that he will fuck everything up, if they enter into type of committed relationship (or even share a fuck every once in a while).

Still, P man cooks dinner for her, he offers to take her on great snowboarding trips, they fake couple grocery shop together. They watch TV together. He takes her mattress shopping (yes, you heard me right) and like every good man, our loverboy even asks for her permission to help an old lady move, watch football alone, and play poker with his buddies.

Lola, also, is his date everywhere, dinner parties, picnics, work events, they are together everywhere, except when he travels to Atlanta where there is another women (who he openly admits to), this is the woman I suppose he's not afraid to mess it up with.

Like every good man, our loverboy even asks for her permission to do anything.

Lola is "his one." The one that he would marry if he wasn't like every other man in the world and so incredibly non-commital.

Is this the new TRUE HOLLYWOOD LOVE STORY? My fear, is the best man in our dear lives will actually be this counterfeit boyfriend. That the men in our city are so fucked up, that the only way they can commit is by not sleeping with us at all.