Satisfaction

Once upon a time, I wrote a missionary for two whole years who wanted to date me when he got home. But when that fateful day arrived there was nothing. He totally and completely blew me off. But now, I get a strange sense of satisfaction because I've seen pictures of the girl he is dating. Not to be boastful or proud or full of myself, but I'm way cuter than she is and I'm willing to bet money on the fact that my personality and sense of humor are way better than hers too. Ah, sweet satisfaction.