I'm about two shades of positive that the man who continuously called me throughout the day is a crack head sort of person. And dern it! I'm tired of being propositioned. Just for your 10-43, people, I don't live my life pining for the moment your penis finds its way into any orifice I may or may not possess. Yes, I know you're absolutely the best lover in the entire world. I know that you'll do things to my body that I've never even imagined, let alone experienced. I know you'll go boldly where no man has gone before. There's so much to you. I understand all of this and more and yet, I just can't bring myself to spread my legs for you, virtually or otherwise. Stop asking. Go e-mail some poor nymphomaniac from Slovakia (Slovakia has no real bearing on this conversation, but I like the way it sounds...)
