Men are wallets, bank accounts, human ATMs for Me to use at My disposal. My pleasure and happiness is all you care about, but you know that you’re only able to do so financially. I don’t see you as anything else other than someone to corrupt, mesmerize, and turn into My dispensing, mindless, gooning machine. Feed into your new role of being My desperate wallet. Fixate on the pleasure that comes with knowing you have a purpose in My life as something useful.