Observation
I must reek of loneliness and desperation.
The last several friends I've spent time with have unfailingly brought up women.
"Know what I like? Bewbs. Can't wait to dive into a LADY, no sir! Lady-parts, that's what I need!"
It's my fault for looking at everything, ever, for more than six seconds at a time. (Supposedly that's the magical "I'm gonna eat that, screw it, or possibly both!" threshold.)
The last several friends I've spent time with have unfailingly brought up women.
"Know what I like? Bewbs. Can't wait to dive into a LADY, no sir! Lady-parts, that's what I need!"
It's my fault for looking at everything, ever, for more than six seconds at a time. (Supposedly that's the magical "I'm gonna eat that, screw it, or possibly both!" threshold.)