I’m a player. Even in a relationship I’m spinning plates. I don’t care any more. Every woman comes with too much baggage at this stage - crazy brain, crazy fam, crazy kids, worship their career, too much makeup, single mommy, wears a wig, too many tattoos, drugs, alcohol, prssy not tight enough, can’t cook, won’t clean, dogs, too heavy, too skinny, too manly, too fem, raging feminist, too weak….every woman has SOMETHING seriously wrong…..none are worthy of my exclusivity.
So Frk em, I’ll take em when I want em and drop em when I want. And at the same time I’ll tell ‘em all what they want to hear - that they’re the only one for me. They know the truth and they really don’t care. They just want me to treat them well and say the right thing to their face. Doing the right thing isn’t even part of the equation.