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There's no accounting for taste. Some guys like girls with a bit of meat on their bones, some guys like the Paris aesthetic. Dark skin, light skin, glasses, whatever makes you happy.
I may be the only guy in the world who does not rate women on a scale of one to ten. Instead, my rating system is decidedly simpler; I'd sleep with her or I wouldn't. Every girl falls into one of the two categories. Back in my.. eh.. less scrupulous days, more tended to fall into the former. Now it tends to go the other way, as I've learned that looks aren't all there is to the equation.
I have noticed that the girls I end up with tend to be the ones that get a lot of male attention, so that probably means they rate pretty high. And then there was the one who was a ten (even I had that pegged)... and bi-sexual... and had a pierced tongue...
What was I talking about?
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I wake up in the morning more tired than before I slept
I get through cryin' and I'm sadder than before I wept
I get through thinkin' now, and the thoughts have left my head
I get through speakin' and I can't remember, not a word that I said
- Ben Harper, Show Me A Little Shame
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