Sam
You're an idiot. I don't have terrible tastes in men. I loved you. We were happy while we were together and that's what matters, I'd say that's great tastes. I have better tastes than you're acting like I do.
I don't think he will, Sam. I honestly don't.
Sam, I understand that you don't want me to get hurt again, and part of me is so happy that you're still my friend and that you are there if I need you and to watch out for me. You can't automatically think I have terrible tastes and think everyone needs that threat as incentive. There are good people out there and I have good tastes. I promise.