I Can't Say "I Love You" I Don't Know What That Means (I'm a Pimp)

Or should I say WAS a pimp! I just ran through and fixed up my old posts and I had an excellent month over the summer (5 guys... sexual relations statistics will not be revealed to protect the reputation of the innocent) and then the end of my senior year! OH MY GOSH. Check out the posts from the month of April...I was on fire. (7 guys...relation statistics will not be revealed)

How fun does that sound right about....hold on...wait for it...NOW!

Hold on a second, relax...! Whereas my happiness with Alex most likely exceeds that of those days...I wasn't getting hurt. ( That right there is my whole point and the one thing I try to avoid. Perhaps in taking my preperations to do so I ought to NOT seriously involve myself with someone. ) But getting hurt is the risk I'm taking so shoot me for being a hypocrit.

Days were incredibly interesting back then too...never a dull moment and always kept on my toes. If one guy fell through I had two more as back ups. That was the good life.

WHAT DO YOU MEAN I SOUND SLUTTY?

Look I was just trying to forget "He Who Must Not Be Named" and bounce back in a such a way as to say, "HAH! See I can have a life without you". Slut is such a harsh word, I like to think of my actions as intensely promiscious (yeah same thing) but take into consideration I wasn't sleeping with them all. I like to think of it as giving them a chance at being my boyfriend! All but two were working on it and trying to prove to me what a great guy they were...but my light was off and there was no free ride.

I was just toying with the idea of ME being the heartbreaker...but obviously that's not me and here I am devoting my hopeless existence to ONE person.
(Monogamy....psshhh what a concept huh?)