to, the careful stories and lies they create, and all the other bullshit hoops they’ve created for themselves to simply go over and say, “Hi” to a chick with pretty eyes.

Let me tell you something, when women are fantasizing about a guy to write about in they're sexual diary, they're not describing a guy like me. They’re not going, “Okay well he needs be an ex-biker who's a little over weight, with long graying hair, cusses a lot, tell me not to bitch regularly, and he needs to smell like patchouli.”