Transcript of PLAYING THE MIDFIELD

I've been knocking around with B for a couple of weeks. A few months before knocking around with B, I met K. We hooked up briefly, but stopped talking, and I hadn't heard from her for a while. I was on a Saturday night out with my mates at a place I normally drink at. I got up to get a drink, and I saw B sitting on the table with my friends. I said hello, and I recognized the lady she was sitting next to, which happened to be K. They didn't know each other and met that night. What a coincidence. K looked banging. Oh, of course she did. I asked if she'd like to go out with me that night, and she was on it. Everything was okay until B, all of a sudden, walks past and listens to the conversation I was having with K. Of course. Everything, to me, was running smoothly.

Certain man think they're controlling the midfield when they're not. Certain man like to think they're controlling the midfield when they're not. The room might as well be empty, and everyone can see every play you're making.Incomplete passes.It's abysmal, bro.