It's funny what an hour's sleep, some good weather, a good film, and a little adventure can do for one's mood. An eidetic memory and a series of strange events coupled with sleep deprivation can lead to many interpretations, but sometimes, just sometimes, it's just possible everything can be a coincidence and someone can roll the dice and get snake eyes several times in a row, albeit it isn't bloody likely.
I may be harsh at times but that is life, but don't mistake my tone for being disrespectful. The disrespectful thing to do here would be to lie through my teeth. You may have stopped respecting your parents when they slapped you as a child, but when you get older, you realised sometimes it needs to be done. You should be thankful it wasn't a kick in the teeth.
I may be new as a punter, but I'm not new to prostitutes. During my childhood, several of them were what you would call family friends. I've seen all of the shit they had to go through. When you meet a woman who only fucks just to make ends meet, they have one bad client who either slaps them about or rips out their earrings, leaving them both physically and mentally scarred for life, and then they turn to drugs just to get through it, then they have to keep fucking to pay for the drugs, and then get abused even more, it isn't very nice. And no, my mother wasn't a prostitute, she came from a good family and just fell in love with the wrong man and thought she could change him. But my piece of shit of a father was the drug dealer.
If it makes me a little bit weird because when I meet a WG and don't stick my tongue in their mouth, whip my cock out and say suck it bitch, then so be it. I'm weird. It's because I remember they're not just a pussy, they are a person too.
Don't get all buddy buddy now though, I'm not looking for a butt fucking brady bunch happily ever after. Just some understanding.