She was definitely a hooker.
They all are.
Not all women, just all of the ones you see on that particular stretch of shitbrick paved street. She said she was going to have a t-shirt made that said: "my tits may be fake, but my cock is real". She wasn't done with the transition apparently and that was good for business. A lot of 'straight' guys like to fool themselves by picking up girls who aren't completely girls yet.
Maybe they still think their moms don't know they like dick yet...if you worry about your mom while you're fucking you've got bigger problems than being in the closet.
When they hit the porno store they go straight for the big rubber cocks. It would be comical if it weren't so sad. Poor bastards are so wrapped up in being repressed they can't ever be themselves.
People just have to keep fooling themselves and putting on airs. Insecurity is the death of your personality, like being continually lobotomized with an icepick by a monkey on a vendetta. It is senseless, often baseless, and caused by forces beyond your control and understanding.
Just another neglect laid on the unsuspecting babes of brainless, heartless parents. And that's the lucky ones
.
He almost skillfully hid his stutter.
He was kind of pathetic-did too much coke-liked to impress strippers with it. Pretended to know something about jazz-which obviously liked and appreciated, but he had to make the point to get approval-as if I am some bellwether of cool.
He'd be a good looking guy if he didn't abuse himself so much-a leftover habit from before he went to a shrink and a speech pathologist.
He gave her advice about a psycho ex and sounded like some guy who had experienced grade-school epiphanies at the half-way house after he got out of rehab and was now getting high on his genius newly discovered since sobriety....except this guy wasn't on the wagon.
It was hard not to at least respect him a little. He obviously had spent a chunk of his life feeling like total shit about himself and had turned his life around at least a bit.
The stripper he was trying to impress?
Probably not on the upswing. Too young to quite grasp any common sense-and she was way too young to have an ass that saggy-means she's lazy.
Bad combination: Stripper, no common sense, impressed by coke, and lazy.
They all are.
Not all women, just all of the ones you see on that particular stretch of shitbrick paved street. She said she was going to have a t-shirt made that said: "my tits may be fake, but my cock is real". She wasn't done with the transition apparently and that was good for business. A lot of 'straight' guys like to fool themselves by picking up girls who aren't completely girls yet.
Maybe they still think their moms don't know they like dick yet...if you worry about your mom while you're fucking you've got bigger problems than being in the closet.
When they hit the porno store they go straight for the big rubber cocks. It would be comical if it weren't so sad. Poor bastards are so wrapped up in being repressed they can't ever be themselves.
People just have to keep fooling themselves and putting on airs. Insecurity is the death of your personality, like being continually lobotomized with an icepick by a monkey on a vendetta. It is senseless, often baseless, and caused by forces beyond your control and understanding.
Just another neglect laid on the unsuspecting babes of brainless, heartless parents. And that's the lucky ones
.
He almost skillfully hid his stutter.
He was kind of pathetic-did too much coke-liked to impress strippers with it. Pretended to know something about jazz-which obviously liked and appreciated, but he had to make the point to get approval-as if I am some bellwether of cool.
He'd be a good looking guy if he didn't abuse himself so much-a leftover habit from before he went to a shrink and a speech pathologist.
He gave her advice about a psycho ex and sounded like some guy who had experienced grade-school epiphanies at the half-way house after he got out of rehab and was now getting high on his genius newly discovered since sobriety....except this guy wasn't on the wagon.
It was hard not to at least respect him a little. He obviously had spent a chunk of his life feeling like total shit about himself and had turned his life around at least a bit.
The stripper he was trying to impress?
Probably not on the upswing. Too young to quite grasp any common sense-and she was way too young to have an ass that saggy-means she's lazy.
Bad combination: Stripper, no common sense, impressed by coke, and lazy.
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