I'm not a slut.

"I'm not a slut.  I just have the desires and morals of a man."

I heard that in a movie once.  The movie was about a slut.  I really don't believe the word to be that of a negative one.  To each his own.  Some of us happen to enjoy sexual variety more than others.  I don't think this is a bad thing.  It can get you into trouble every now and again.

As of late, I have been trying to explore different things in my life.  One of those things is dating.  I've never been a big "dater."  I have always prefered to go to a bar, set my sights, play the game, get what I want and go home.  I have become very good at this over the years.  Maybe too good.  I figured it was time to try something new.  Up until recently, I had never been on a offical date BEFORE sleeping with someone.  (I'm a slut.)  I thought I would try it, see what all the hype's about.  Let me just say, I'm not impressed

Maybe I haven't been dating the right men.  Maybe I'm doing it wrong.  Can it be done wrong?  What am I supposed to expect on a date?  Which date is it acceptable to make it to second base?  What is second base?  Does the expense paid constitute the amount of bases?  (I don't play baseball.)  I don't know.  One thing I DO know: Asking me on a date and then "forgetting" your wallet is unacceptable!  Definetly a strike out!

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