Let me tell you something about women. Women would have us believe that they are the victims; That we break their hearts for sport. That's crap. They say they want romance, they say they want true love, but all they want is a check list. Is he perfect? Is he handsome? Is he a doctor? For you men who fit the criteria, don't kid yourselves. Cuz they're not sleeping with you, they're sleeping with a carefully calculated set of venal choices. Money over substance, looks over soul, polished over principles. No gesture, no matter how real or romantic will ever compensate for a really impressive list of credentials
But you want a relationship,
then here's how you get one:
It's called a Stairmaster.
Get on it, and get skinny...
...and get some trashy lingerie
while you're at it...
...because at the end of the day,
all we're interested in is looks.
And no one falls in love
with your personality at first sight.
We fall in love with your tits
and your ass...
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