Inner World

Hey there, charming, let’s hit the dance floor. I’ll get you a drink. No need to know my name; we’re not on the Barbara Walters show. Damn, you probably don’t even know who that is… Mind showing me your ID? Born in 2000? F…, I’m literally twice your age…

Damn, you dance like a total goddess – has anyone ever told you that? Probably not. Does Gen Z even know how to have a real conversation, or is it all just left swipes and awkward small talk? Seriously, do you even know how to flirt outside of DMs?

So, what’s your thing with guys like me? Is it my undeniable charm, my bank account, or just the thrill of breaking the rules? Let’s be real, you’re not in the market for a sugar daddy, so what’s your angle?

Just a friendly reminder: don’t go too wild with the drinks. When we roll out to the hotel, I’d like my car to stay cleaner than a saint’s conscience.

And let’s skip the 'I’m so interested in you' part; we both know we won't have a lot of time to get to know each other. Although… I'd love to dive deep into your… inner world.

You want to know why I’m here? Aren’t you asking for a bit too much, sweetie? Just finish that martini, and let’s get out of here before I change my mind.