Since when do I get all worked up over a date anyway? That’s right. Never. Never, because I don’t date. I went on one back when I was sixteen and it was a complete fucking disaster. That one time was so bad that it was enough to put me off going on another one for a very long time. Besides, my lifestyle right now suits me just fine. I know I have a reputation for being a player, but the people who labelled me this aren’t particularly correct in their assumptions. Fine. So, Heather and I hooked up last night and the weekend previous, but that doesn’t mean shit. I do have respect for women. Well, some women. I do things with different girls, but they happily oblige to please me in return, and it never usually goes past receiving a blowie or me touching her up in the back of a car or someplace. I’ll admit that I’ve slept with a few women, but how many eighteen year olds these days haven’t?
What do You think about Misguided Truths: Part One?
