Bimbos bro, bimbos.
Almost every hot girl I've ever dated had issues.

i don't know, I always seem to pick em. And I agree, the last girl I had, lost her mom at an early age and so it happens that she turned out to be Daddy's little spoiltbrat. She would text and if I didn't respond immediately, she would literally go bazerk! Call my folks and burst out crying. and i got it she was just scared of losing me cause she had lost so much in her life already.
I ended up dumping her anyway though.
Im sure lesser goodlooking girls also have their fair share of problems, that we're unaware off though.
But in a weird way I love my Bimbos.
“You know who is confused? Bimbos. They’re easily confused. It’s one of the thousand little things I love about them. I love their vacant, trusting stares; their sluggish, unencumbered minds; their unresolved daddy issues. I love them , and they love me. Bimbos have always been there for me, through thick and thin—mostly thin. D-man don’t do thick crust, what up!” lol