SEX, for all purposes, is a drug. It alters your thought process and makes you do stupid things (and stupid people). It allows you to ‘rise to the occasion’ and commit false acts of bravery. With sex, just like with drugs, you can catch a disease by sharing your needle with the wrong person. And let’s not forget the convenient forgetting of things, whether it be your name or theirs, associated with either action.
MANIPULATION, is the most sincere form of flattery. The ends justify the means, with the ends usually being a warm bed or a higher grade (be careful of mixing the two). Patience is a virtue, but I’m not exactly applying for sainthood. Waiting is pointless, because I know what I want, and I want it now.
BOUNDARIES, were meant to be crossed. Cross mine and suffer my wrath. Cross yours and we could be great friends. But that doesn’t mean I won’t lie straight to your face or never betray you, because my boundaries do not include a jail cell. That is, unless you are in the system. Then you cannot find anyone more loyal than myself.