You only want me because you can’t have me.
The desire for a woman is almost too much for you. The reality of me would destroy you.
You prove nothing with such displays. Only desire. A desire for something you don’t have, can’t have. The most useless kind of desire.
Show me instead a respect for your world, for your fellow human beings. Show me you fix the things you own that still have value rather than simply throwing them away because you can’t be bothered to put in the effort. Show me you can return to a lover again and again and find her ever new.
Show me you appreciate what you have.
This would impress me.