G.I.D.I.I.W.A.G.

My ex was a G. I. D. I. I. W. A. G. I dated him for two weeks and got pregnant.

He’s the reason I have a kid and a tattoo.

I saw him at the mall and had to go to the bathroom to cry.

He’s my G. I. D. I. I. W. A. G. I’d date him if I had no filter and no friends.

I saw him at the bar and had to leave because I was too distracted.

He’s the reason I skipped my job interview.

He’s my G. I. D. I. I. W. A. G. I’d rip my clothes off for him in the middle of the grocery store.

I saw him at the gym and had to leave because my pants were too tight.

He’s the reason I got kicked out of class.

He’s my G. I. D. I. I. W. A. G. I’d take him to the hospital if I was a girl and had no brains.

I saw him at the park and had to run because I was too distracted.

He’s the reason I got a detention.

He’s my G. I. D. I. I. W. A. G. I’d marry him if I was a girl and had no idea what I was doing.

I saw him at the movie theater and had to leave because I was too distracted.

He’s the reason I got a bad grade.

He’s my G. I. D. I. I. W. A. G. I’d kiss him if I was a girl and had no self-respect.

I saw him at the bus stop and had to run because I was too distracted.

He’s the reason I got a warning from my mom.