Dirty

As I was cleaning the cage of my dog earlier today, a thought came to mind.

With my hands deep in dog shit and years of muck, I couldn’t help but wonder: do you deserve someone who does something like that?

I imagine you’re better off being with someone with pristine hands, and wouldn’t be caught dead in that situation.

She’d be all sophisticated and rich. She’d have people to do that kind of work.

It was a sad thought. But to imagine you standing there, I’d be embarrassed for you to see me in all that smelly dirt, scrubbing the cage’s floor.

Would you really want to be with someone like me?