I'm not a pick-me. I have just spent too much time with my dad.
He is the type of guy Til Schweiger represents in Manta Manta.
Old cars, Street Fighter II, Knight Rider type shit.
They don't make men like this anymore, so I, as woman, have decided to take the burden on me to become that type of man myself (I'm lighting a cigarette with one hand while leaning on a '91 Sedan, wearing a black leather jacket)
*sigh* I'm sorry I'm cooler than you.











