just some thoughts...
I'm telling you right now, when I'm on my deathbed, I'm in all likelihood not going to lament the fact that I missed a couple of workouts in June of 2003. Instead, I'm going to regret that I didn't get to screw any Victoria's Secret models; didn't romp naked through fields of wheat with any NFL Cheerleaders; didn't spin a lovely naked quadruple amputee across my satin sheets as if she were a dreidel.
Sure it's superficial, but to deny these urges is to deny my essence. I like sex and only have sex with women who feel the same way and I make no apologies.
If I were to do it all over again, I would be much more forthright in stating my wants to women. I wouldn't waste so much time discussing excruciating minutiae in the hopes of striking some chord that would convince them to allow me to bed them. I learned that fact eventually, but I think of all that pussy I wasted. What a tragedy.
source: t-nation.com
Sure it's superficial, but to deny these urges is to deny my essence. I like sex and only have sex with women who feel the same way and I make no apologies.
If I were to do it all over again, I would be much more forthright in stating my wants to women. I wouldn't waste so much time discussing excruciating minutiae in the hopes of striking some chord that would convince them to allow me to bed them. I learned that fact eventually, but I think of all that pussy I wasted. What a tragedy.
source: t-nation.com
modernist - 6. Feb, 01:14
