I donât know who told you youâre a bad guy, but somebody did, somebody along the way. Somebody or something convinced you of it because you think youâre a bad guy, and youâre just not. Iâm socially inept, but even I know that. So because youâre a bad guy you try to do things you think a good guy would do, like committing to someone you like but maybe donât love. A sweet, smart, wholesome Midwestern girl. I could be wrong. I almost always am.















