Really, is it so bad?

Is it really so horrible that only reason I even talk to you at all is that, someday, somehow, I hope to stick my dick in you?

Is that really so bad?

Think about it for a second.

How many guys are left that want anything at all to do with you?

Not many.

I'm sure of it.

Because you're a bitch.

You're uncaring.

And self-centered.

And an all-around psycho.

Was any of that redundant?

Maybe.

I dunno.

Or care.

Just think, for a second, about all of the guys you've left in your wake.

Crying in their beers and wishing they'd never even met you.

Those guys know better, now.

Finally.

They've seen the person that you really are.

And they want nothing to do with you.

I'm not like that.

Yet.

I still want to stick my dick in you.

You should let me.

Before I wise up.