Barrel of Concubines, honey, I really feel like we've hit a roadblock in the communication part of our relationship.
Yes, you know exactly what I'm talking about. Where have you been the last seven days? I mean, you hit me up for money, and like a good guy, I send it, but then you disappear for a week straight! You promised you would use that money to come home to me. You promised!
What? What has that got to do with anything? Of course I find you attracti...I mean, I think I do. No, I'm not worried that you've put on a bunch of wait. In fact, I'm actually really hoping you have. No, that doesn't make me weird. The thing is, sweetie, you know how they say that beauty is on the inside? Well, the chances are good that your insides are filled with nothing but crap.
Shhhh, it's ok. Look, let's not fight, alright? Just come on home to me. Come on home and we'll sit down on my nice cozy couch, I'll get a little knife, cut you open, and see what's really inside.
Of course I'm speaking metaphorically, dear.