Since the other thread didn't seem to go the right way.

This was accidental but the last serious relationship I was in (which I proposed during) was with a woman with a psyche you'd swear were a man's. She was aggressive, and a jerk. A jerk, not a bitch. She wishes she had a penis to rape me with. I quote her on that. I couldn't count the female bypassers she'd outwardly declare "she'd hit". I couldn't go anywhere without seeing a guy who hadn't had her sexually. Aggressive, I say. A libido too big for Texas and California combined. She cheated on me constantly, and made sure I knew it by calling me from where ever she was and having whoever she was with insult me from the background. There were times I'd walk out of her house just as an ex of her's walked in. During sex, she'd ask if she's looser than usual. She was a bitch. I loved it. I thoroughly enjoyed the emotional thrill ride, the hatred and the sorrow. And I have Meth to thank for helping me put up with it for nearly a year.

Jam it back in, in the dark.

And that's why so many attractive women are in fact single. Single and prime.


There's nowhere I can't reach.