When you think about the future and what it holds for you, you think of a good job and kids and even a big house. No where did I think that making a bet with a player will ever be in my future. I may not be the prettiest girl, or have the best attitude, and I might hate almost every living thing in the world, but nowhere in hell did I deserve this. Now I'm stuck trying not to fall in love with a player -whom may I add has the worst most conceded soul ever- for a good 800 American bucks. What a strange life, am I right?