I believe that sex is one of the most beautiful, natural, wholesome things that money can buy.
But our position is so weak. I mean, we are sleeping with different guys every night. So even if you want attention, you can't say anything so selfish as that. You aren't even sure if you're an item. You give yourself insurance, like, It wont last, anyhow, but all you can do is hold on to a faint hope along with your knees—but you never know. That's a prostitute's love.
Sponsor said relationships are fertilizer for character defects. I thought about it, prayed about it, and agreed. I guess it's better to minimize damage, adopt a sane and sound ideal, and buy pussy from now on.
The idea of dating anyone for money wasn't considered respectable, even though that was something practiced since the beginning of time.
A woman with an education may be able to spend more time sitting in a chair instead of lying on her back. A sound advantage, I should think.
