I keep telling myself the emo slut (who I got into bed with yesterday and tried unsuccessfully for three hours to coerce into letting me screw her as we watched shitty comedy-romance movies while I was half-naked) only denied me because she likes guys with girly/emo hairstyles, has low self-esteem and, thus, is afraid of doing anything with a guy who has a job and a manly, virulent hairy chest framed by defined, muscular limbs that scream "genetically superior to that ninety-pound piece of shit you broke up with but continue to screw around with".
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