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Once, I hooked up with a girl I knew I didn't love, or even had any feelings for beyond acquaintenance or mild friends. I don't think I even found her very attractive. She was a little overweight, smoked very heavily, and generally had a bad attitude about most things. But she wanted me like crazy.
I was about to break things off with my girlfriend of about two years, I knew she had been cheating on me very regularly and things were all but over. They just had to be made "official" and that'd be that, I just hadn't had the time to get over there and say it to her lying face. I wasn't angry, nor bitter really, but I felt like I wanted to take it -- whatever "it" was -- out on someone or something.
So I went to go visit this girl. Sure enough, she wanted to fool around, and it really wasn't long before she was kissing the front of my pants and begging to suck me off. At first I was kinda put off by it, but finally I decided "what the hell" and let her go to town.
You know what? I'm not proud of it. To be honest, I don't think I even felt good about it back then, either. But that's how much (or how little) I cared about myself back then. I'm glad times have changed.
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There's room for all God's creatures.
Right next to the mashed potatoes.
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