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Whenever guys profess love to me - usually prematurely or without a concrete basis - I resist that urge to ask: "beyond your genitals and your body, what value do you bring to the table?"
The same goes for guys who nurse the idea of getting into a relationship with me, without any concrete basis.
I hosted a games night some months back. I let the guests (my friends) invite a plus one. Towards the end of the night, one of the plus ones said to me: "you& #39;re such a nice guy. Are you single? I& #39;d love to date you." I spat out the JD & Coke mix in my mouth.
I felt like an ass afterwards but I couldn& #39;t hold back the reaction. So because we played truth or dare, I gave you a lap dance and served you food/drinks (in my house), the next phase is boyfriend? Lol grow up please.
Or the countless guys who after fucking/getting fucked by, would say to me, whilst laying on the bed, "why are you single?" Sweetie, I met you 40 mins ago. Are you really bringing the relationship talk because we just had great sex? Nah b, you& #39;re still lost in the sauce.
Or the Nigerian guy I hooked up with who wouldn& #39;t stop professing love (do you even know me bro?). I had put on my stoop-to-conquer British accent so he thought I was British/Nigerian. Only for lover boy to hit me up weeks later about his asylum application. Which stupid love?
