I'm really fucking tired of guys trying to get into my pants without trying to at least make a show of getting to know me first. I'm sick of guys trying to get into my pants at all! Because what happens when I screw a guy's brains out without knowing who the hell he is first? I have no respect for him and I have no expectations of him having any respect for me. He's utterly replaceable, expendable, and I treat him like crap. If he doesn't do what I want him to do, well out you go to the back of the line. Or as darling Lien would say, keep on moving. Ha.
If we're not good friends first, don't even think you're somebody special to me. Ever.
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