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Happy Valentines Day


I am a faithful man.  But don’t go applauding.  There are only a few reasons that make me this way.

Reason number 1 that I’m faithful: I have never had any game whatsoever.  I mean never!  Before and after women decided I was attractive, I had no idea how to get a woman naked.  Oh, I could always talk to women but only because I’m a people person.  Also, I really do like getting to know women.  Contrary to popular belief, many of them are fascinating human beings.  Maybe it stems from the fact that I learned the value of a good woman friend before I learned about the worth of a willing vagina.  It’s ironic.  The women I never slept with are the only ones that I really fuck with nowadays.  Score one for the friend zone.  I don’t know why people complain about the friend zone.  Friends aren’t for random sex.  That’s what clubs and bars are for.

Reason number 2 that I’m faithful: I’m fucking lazy.  All of that lying and creeping around seems complicated and time consuming.  I’m not a really good liar nor am I very organized.  I’d hate to have to come up with excuses for where I was and what I’m doing; especially when I could be playing x-box anyway.  Also, women can be a lot of work.  I’m not sure I can put up with the intricacies of two personalities at once without strangling someone.  Then there’s all the sneaking and shit.  As low key as I am, I really like saying whatup to my peeps when I’m out.  Ducking around and hiding seems such a hassle.

Reason number 3 that I’m faithful: Call me a softball but I hate disappointing women.  Call me a mama’s boy if you want but making women cry really tears me up.  Even when they’re being their irrational and moody selves, watching them bawl up their faces just kills me.  If I have to pass up on 20 minutes of hot sex to miss 10 seconds of my woman crying, so be it. 

Lastly: It’s what she wants.  Part of love is giving in to other people.  Actually, that’s most of it.  So what if that makes me a bitch.  I’m married now.  Niggas can say whatever they want to about me.

Well, the next time you see some “good guy”, know that he’s probably not built from some noble moral fabric.  He’s probably just some no-game having, lazy, softball… that really loves his lady.  Happy Valentine’s Day!!!!

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