I had an epiphany the other day:

To me boys are like Marzipan.

Every time I see some I think, aw how cute I want some! Then when I finally break down and get a piece I remember how much I hate Marzipan. It may look cute on the outside but really it’s just gross. I mean really they come in so many cute shapes and colors but no they all taste the same: icky.

Just say no!