This is a memo to all the cute little eighteen-year old girls who don’t think they need us, or
This is a memo to all the cute little eighteen-year old girls who don’t think they need us, or think that they can waste our time. We get it. You’re in the prime of your life. Guys throw themselves at you. There’s always a party to go to. Mom and Dad bail you out, and life is fun. You think that you don’t need us. Maybe you don’t right now.But those parties are going to end. The guys are going to end up boring, working 9-5′s and getting out of shape fast. So are your friends. So are you.We can give you something better. Something so much more fun. but be under no illusions: We are in control, and we choose whether or not to give you that better life. And we will expect you to give everything we ask in return.If you don’t like that idea, then turn back now… and we’ll see you again when you’re twenty-five, except this time, you’ll have to do even more for us. We’ll remember. -- source link