Oh, it is you. You have always gone after the vapid twits, but I don’t think you have ever wanted a woman with substance. Yet, you think I will fall head over heels for you. I think you are a loser. You think you can flash something shiny in front of me and think that I will be impressed.
You have to do something very special to impress me and you have to plan your chess moves. Tell me about your views about politics, something witty and or prove your character and you will get my attention. Bragging about your yacht, muscles, or hair, will not get my approval.
But I can tell you want to move beyond the rat race and feel a real passion and not the marshmallow unicorn fluff of all those plastic girls. You want a real woman who does not care if her hair gets messed up during sex?
Prove it to me. Stroke that cock for me. Don’t just go through the motions. I am watching you in your most intimate state. I like seeing you in that vulnerable state. We are going to do a countdown where you prove that you can be a real man and not a shallow little boy.