[BigRedChief]

Originally Posted by Saccopoo

Trolling schmolling.

I was thinking about it, and the last time I had sex was this past Christmas.

First off, I had to get drunk to do it, secondly I'm sitting there thinking is this really worth it, thirdly I'm trying to equate the monetary level of involvement as it relates to the dividends produced in said relationship.

I mean, my Christmas is ruined because I'm hungover, secondly I realize that I'm totally out the $45 I spent on her Xmas present as there is no way possible that I'm going to recoup that, and C., I'm not overly thrilled with the pressure of being responsible for someone else's emotional and physical well-being.

Screw that.

Actually, my friends think I'm nuts because I just throw away the numbers I get when we go out to the bars and whatnot. (And seriously, what's with bartenders and their piss poor attitudes when you order an 80/20 water/cranberry with a slice of lime instead of booze? I still pay for the drink and tip them. ****ing enablers.) Actually, once you get the number, it's pretty much over and I've won the game. What's the point of following up when you know it's going to end up costing you money, time and stress just to get to the ultimate conclusion of bad, awkward sex. Really, is that they whole point? A piece of ass? Because I'm pretty okay with myself emotionally so I'm not looking for a "companion" to grow old with so I'm don't have these feeling of abandonment and insecurity issues. Because, you know, it's going to end up the same...you are just going to sit there and wonder what all the trouble and effort is about and what you are really getting out of the deal. Is it really worth all that for a piece of ass that's going to just get wrinkly and grey and sit in your living room watching the same ****ed up syndicated television re-run over and over again every last living day of your life until you die? Because you know you aren't going to want to put your shrivled up old wang into that shit anymore no matter how hot she was earlier, so you sit there mentally masturbating to all the pretty young things on her ****ing re-runs while asking her when dinner is going to be ready at three in the ****ing afternoon. Well, my good sir...**** that shit.

It's all about living a clean existence from here on out.

I thought you were just trolling.

Is this real? Come on man let it go and fess up