I'll promise not to bore the shit out of you if you promise me that you will let me know when I am being an insufferable bastard...now that we have got that cleared up, let's get down to brass tacks, shall we? All these so-called experts say that to be a great writer you should write everyday, and write what you know...I know that people are mostly selfish, self absorbed assholes. I sure as hell am, no matter how hard I try to do what's right, or expected of me, I still manage to constantly fuck up and make either one, or a whole bunch of people pissed. The only people I truly care for are my kids, so I hope they will still like me when they get old, and can put some perspective on this whole growing up thing. I am vain. I can't help it, I told you I was self-absorbed...I am trying to wrap my mind around a day when I am unable to turn a man's head...I don't think I can fathom it...I am the first one to say that I am not every gentleman's cup o' tea, but you will think about fucking when I walk by...
Like Dirk Diggler, everyone has a special talent. Mine is like that, minus the giant cock...I was always compulsive about sex, even as a child I read about it constantly, researched if you will...I planned my virginity loss at fifteen. It was like a science project to me. Today, at 34 I am far, far from done. The list of things I'd like to try are longer (hee hee) than ever...if you have even a remote interest in fucking for fun, then check back with me to see how my 'experiments' went...and about other random crap that pops into my head on a daily basis.