You recite your little positive mantras every day, hoping they’ll erase the truth: you’re a permanent observer in the world of real men. The irony is that the harder you try to build yourself up, the deeper you sink into your natural submissive role. I bet each time you repeat those lines, all you can picture is her moans echoing in the background, each one a cruel reminder of where you belong. Go ahead, keep saying them. It’s deliciously entertaining to watch you try.