Pervert

Most of the women liked to talk about themselves, spend time in the mirror ensuring they looked "beautiful," and rant about such things as their "cunt of a friend" who was a "total bitch," and their desires to "rip their tits off." Meanwhile thoughts would process through my head and conclude with a question every man would ask in this situation: "Then why are you two friends?" I do not ask them with sarcasm, just curiosity. I came to expect some bullshit response that contained nothing resembling logic. I wouldn't expect anyone reading this to believe that I have always been sweet, mature, and a "nice guy." I am not innocent by any means. This book is for the good ol' boys who have been through the torment, destruction, and perversion of attempting to find Ms. Perfect. It is for those gentlemen who believe in what it takes to keep a commitment and last through the best and worst of times only to see women pull away strips of their hearts, without a care in the world. I wrote this so I can show that men should not be painted as a specific picture of a woman's liking. If for example-as women often claim-men only desire sex, then wouldn't the ladies at least have to admit we are the most low-maintenance species to please? Let's not hold our breaths for that.