When I was a young insecure shop assistant, saving up for my studies, I would spend a considerable amount of time checking out women. I would however spend even more time checking out the men on their arms.
After a quick glance at a pretty bird, I would stat eyeballing her fella'.
How do I compare to him? If he is with somebody of that caliber, then where does that leave me? What league am I in? Am I a 7 or a 5?
I had an amazing brain, but it only wanted to fuck itself. No vaginas where lining up to hump my hypothothamus. I was drowning in shallow puddles.
As I have grown (in more than just height), I have realised one very important thing:
I AM A LEAUGE OF MY OWN.
After a quick glance at a pretty bird, I would stat eyeballing her fella'.
How do I compare to him? If he is with somebody of that caliber, then where does that leave me? What league am I in? Am I a 7 or a 5?
I had an amazing brain, but it only wanted to fuck itself. No vaginas where lining up to hump my hypothothamus. I was drowning in shallow puddles.
As I have grown (in more than just height), I have realised one very important thing:
I AM A LEAUGE OF MY OWN.
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