Ok seriously I have little romantic interest in Mello. Much as I adore him (yes I do) there is not a lot of lifestyle compatibility. I already lived like a grandma when I was his age: I did not smoke; I drank twice a year (and it was makgeolli); I did not consume any addictive substance other than giant panda videos (weeds happened later, once or twice?). I rocked my Asian stereotype thru and thru. I even majored in applied math. Thus the most rational choice for me is to be his primary attending dentist. We meet every six months. I unleash my inner sadist by going BZZZZZZZZZZT on his teeth with an ultrasonic scaler. If he skips a routine cleaning because he’s out doing mafia shit, he pays a mandatory double penalty. No mind games. No trauma. No hang-ups. Everything is so perfectly wholesome and stable.
And I get paid and invest in Berkshire Hathaway Class B which compounds 10% annually.
