I'm only entertainment. Mere entertainment. A vacation for you while you sit and wait for something better to come along. 

           I am a filler guy, I'm a layover, a rebound man. I am your vacation from your troubles and only used to amuse you as you choose. A toy for you to bat around until you're done with me. A vacation to a faraway cabin alone, where you're so damn into me. But in public you don't know my name. You don't know me at all. I'm here to amuse you. I am only entertainment. Painful for me, a laugh and a gas for you. I'm a standby guy, someone you fill your time with until the guy you want is ready or free or open or responds. After HE is done messing around with his own filler guy or girl or perhaps YOU are his. Ever think about that?

          I am only the guy people talk to on Sundays when they are bored. Who they tell their deepest thoughts to but cannot give a morsel of their undivided attention to any other day or hour. I bleed and you do not. I'm hourly and you're salary.