I’m your fit girlfriend, but you and I haven’t seen each other for weeks. I come over to your place and I’m looking even more in shape than ever, despite telling you I haven’t been at the gym, just shopping for new clothes to fit my muscle booty. I laugh and mock you for looking even more scrawny than before, and remind you of how this all started. You decided to start lifting and I joined you, but I gained muscle far quicker than you, didn’t I?! Your arms were puny and weak and I just kept getting BUILT. Ha! Remember when I beat you in that arm wrestling contest? Yeah…see, this is what I’ve come to talk about. I’m leaving you. I don’t want to be with a beta male. I’m a powerful muscle Goddess, and you are weaker than me!