>>974>implying he could ever find a girl comparable to Chloé
We aren't addicted to Chloé because we don't have girlfriends of our own, we're addicted to her because she's millions of light years out of our league.
Seriously. We're not even in the same fucking galaxy.
It's like wanting a Lambo. It doesn't matter if you own a Saab, sure the Saab might fill all your practical needs - get you to and from work, the mall, laundry shop.
But driving in a Saab is lame, mundane, and you will forever just be another boring-ass Saab owner, living your lame-ass Saab lifestyle.
But love isn't supposed to be a Saab, or at least so were told. It's not supposed to be a mutually soul sucking experience shared between two low-priced, environmentally friendly, family safe, V4's.
It's supposed to be a Lambo - passionate, fun, exhilarating, and when you drive the only thing going through your mind should be an ever-ringing mantra of 'HOW THE FUCK DID I GET THIS LUCKY!?'.
Chloé is that Lambo. She is. And to be honest I'd rather walk for the rest of my life wishing, dreaming, and hoping for a Lambo than settle for a Saab, because eventually you'll get used to the damn thing and before you know it that gorgeous Lambo will be dead in your mind, forever.