On a heavier note, a dear friend has recently been the undeserving recipient of a horrific unveiling. My friend recently discovered that after years, 11 to be exact of faithful devotion to his wife, that she in fact has been seeking more intimate comforts out side of the marriage for a lengthy amount of time, coupled with the admission that she had not loved him since the second year they were together. All of this came to light after my friend had been battling with some of his own demons, massive amounts of money spent on said vampire and was made to labor under the misapprehension that he was involved in a loving and caring relationship.
The only logic I can glean from this despicable situation brought on by a energy, time and real life whore is that self serving security found in varied dick tips will most certainly not provide the thing you are seeking to make you whole. One cannot replace or fill a space that never existed. So to glean admiration from loose skin and old balls or possibly fit balls in this case (apparently it's a gym infused fling) would not only be futile but draw pity from the soul who searches this sort of attention out when said shell is well into mid life. Some buy a Ferrari, some have affairs. Moral? Don't get involved with a stripper that claims to be performing in order to satisfy a scholastic endeavor only to do nothing with finished product, be advised; if nothing changes, nothing changes. Keep your wits about you when a fake rack is showcasing affection towards you, it is most likely agenda ridden.
