Dear Women,
If you've ever said, “Don't think I'm going to be an easy lay,” to a man, please listen, and listen good.
Now this may come as a shock to you, but we men think logically. That is, if you say, “Don't think I'm going to be an easy lay,” the only thing we can think is that you're going to be an “intentionally difficult” lay. Now as for some of my more economic peers (read: every broke-ass college student in the country), this also says, “You're going to have to spend a lot of time and money to get inside of me.”
If Girls= Time * Money
and, ass we all know, Time=money.
And if time is money…
Money*Money=Money^2
And then, as money is the root of all evil:
vMoney^2= Evil
Hence, Girls=Evil.
But that's an old joke, and I don't particularly remember where it's from…Nevertheless, girls, if you want to keep a guy who is considered a “player” around, simply don't put out until you feel ready.
If it just so happens that after a bottle of Peach Schnapps and a good 15-minute conversation that it feels ready, then so be it. Spread your legs. Finger yourself. Lick your Juices off of your fingers. Moan a little. Whatever.
You've just got to keep in mind that when training even the most “fly” of “players” requires a gradual decrease in sexual activity and usual withdrawl from the wallet. In Layman's terms: stop being a fucking cocktease and expect things to work out…some of us are too broke for twenty dates before we can get action. Increase your standards a little for him, sure; but don't lock up your pussy and eat your key.
Let me eat your pussy and lock my key…in your hole.
Thanks,
Nick