Champ needs to sit out a few plays.
This shit is embarrassing.
And how many times does he need to light that frigging cigar/-ette/whatever?
He seems like an OK fella, but really, she was just another girl. Her being "perfect" for him is his delusion, brought about by a chemical cocktail that made him think he was "in love".
Oh, brother.
Females don't have a true loyalty gene like most men do. She can be crying her absolute love for you one day, and then, a week later, tell you to pack your shit. And never again speak with you.
If you're a man, you MUST learn to live alone, for your own (sooner or later) good. To not need the companionship of some dizzy broad.
He needs to slam some metal posters up on those barren walls, jam some ferocious tunes and get back in touch with his balls. This beta crybaby shit is gonna wreak havoc on his lifts.
If he needs to talk to someone, pick up the phone and dial a sister, his mom or another female relative. Moan for several minutes and then get back to some metal tunes, horror movies, hamburgers, and lifting.
This shit is is embarrassing.
