It's almost my birthday

I'm starting to really realize just how much my entire life revolves around women and sex. I have always known it in the back of my head, but thinking about it here really brings it to the forefront.

I stop what I'm doing and walk outside to pretend to talk on my cell phone, so I can keep watching her ass.

I change checkout lines in the grocery store so I can be in the line with the one I could most easily hook up with.

If I am getting nice clothes, the whole purpose is to get chicks.

Really even the things I dream about, all are based around chicks. If I think about doing some cool new art project, it's so I can impress one of my wife's friends or the girl in one of the couples we're friends with, so I can sleep with her.

If I think about getting a Ferrari, I think to myself, I prefer the hardtop, but, maybe it will be easier to pull chicks with the convertible.



I stare, I fantasize, I plot.

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The irony about the dreams is that I'm so caught up in chicks (porn) that I keep myself from being enough of a success to be able to afford that Ferrari, that diamond-encrusted Rolex, that $2,500 suit or those hand-tailored clothes that just reek of style and money.