"Women were more physically attracted to brawny men, especially for a fling. But when it comes to finding a long-term partner, they tend to pick a regular man over a mate with huge biceps."
Wow. Who could have ever guessed that? Party girl goes and finds hot roided up guys, enjoys dong after dong, and then somehow inexplicably "grows up" one morning and decides she wants a guy with a paycheck and who won't smack the shit out of her, to set her up for the future. You don't need a team of eggheads at UCLA to tell you that! You just have to observe everyday life.
Of course, early on I was flagged as being the latter, not the former, unfortunately. Yeah, being the guy you settle down with should be a whole lot of "fun" after you've exhausted every last sexual fantasy on former gym class heroes who couldn't give a shit about you or any other wet vagina. They lust after one kind of man, but "love" another kind of man, and then say "But I CHOSE YOU." Oh, is that really ever true?
I hate relationships. There has to be someone that fits, someone as crazy as me that laughs at everyone else.
