Sexcetera.
Girls who smoke have less chances of bagging a guy, because generally guys prefer girls who don’t smoke. So the window for me is halved. Guys also prefer girls who don’t drink like sailors, so the window for me is halved of half, which is a quarter. Guys say they like girls who are unconventional, weird, bizzare, whatever. But at the end of the day, everyone wants someone normal, someone they’re comfortable with, someone who is sane. Which leaves zero window. Zerow. Whee.
I don’t pretend. I smoke and I drink. I can be normal, yes I can, I’m trying to convince myself. I lay my cards out open on the table, no physical inhibitions. So darling, what you see is basically what you get. Let’s not talk about the end of the day, I’m watching a tantric documentary about a man’s G-spot massaged, and it’s fuckin’ (no pun intended) interesting.
Bloody hell, cable is interesting! I just saw a couple shagging! I saw titties on tele! Amboi jakun-nya!
