Someone who won't suddenly turn straight after an incredible night of fooling around. Then claiming that anything that happened was because of the other's multiple personality disorder. Yea that makes sense. How about you kick my teeth out while I'm picking up the pieces of my broken heart. That'll be fun while I lay awake every night blaming myself for what went wrong, and knowing that I'm not going to find anyone else as funny, brilliant, or beautiful as you, especially in our podunk, jerkwater, backwoods county. I dunno, maybe I'm picky.