“Oh Sarah Bischoff, for shame. Did you actually let them talk you into someone whom you have nothing in common with, an incel paper pusher, who looks like an 80 year old Italian woman and whom you've really had nothing to do with for years on end? Someone you don't know anymore at all, who has failed to find anyone in his neck of the woods for ages, i.e. giant red flag? And the guns. Really? Have you still not learned? That desperate, huh? You had a more fitting choice and blew it. Not stupid? Are you sure about that? You wish to be uprooted for a farce, dragged away to hell on earth? Planning Spanish to appease him? Do you have an ounce of pride? Have you not grown tired of being a dog?

And, if that was you, my little liar, you should ask yourself why you were busy with your eye on me, instead of pretending to be in love's ecstasy. Surely I'd be the last thing on your mind. Oh, but your heart gives you away ... every time. So why are you there and not here? Answer that question for yourself, my dear.

Given your past, you've got an easy way to gauge how sleazy he is. Just ask him if he wants to make a video for you to share. If he's down for it, then you know what you've chosen. Of course, he'll likely demur, at first. But if you press a little, you'll watch that resistance melt away. But you know what you choose, and you already know what his real answer will be, in mind. Even if he refuses, you know nothing of him … the real him. He shows all the signs. So you told him to hide. But if I'm right, and you know I am already, you owe me an apology. Happy sleazing it up in Acapulco. Close that deal … that you will regret in no time."