So you boys can keep your virgins, give me the hot, witty, worldly, woman in high heels with an ass that forgot to get old.
Despite all evidence to the contrary, I am a gentleman. Not much of a scholar, but I dabble. I can't promise you'll love me, but I promise I won't bore you.
I travel whenever I get the opportunity, almost obsessively. There's hardly anything quite as liberating. Also it gives me time to be at airports. Which I love, because it's the only place I can drink at 8am without being judged.
Sidebar:If people winked half as much in real life as they did in texts this world would be a very creepy place.
There is an inverse relationship between swag and credit score. Never understood those guys who drink $200 bottles in nightclubs, but work at Footlocker. That bottle just cost you 28 hours of looking like a fucking barcode.
But usually I'll be doing whatever seems interesting at the time. I'm on a highway to hell. At this point it's go big or go home. Because if we don't sin then Jesus died for nothing.