Maybe its the drugs and alcohol talking, or maybe I'm so naive I've mistaken your interest in me as genuine, but I'm going to make the mistake of sleeping with you.
Just remember, when I say, "I'll call you," it means, "You'll see me at a club with someone more attractive than you."
All that agony and drama has made me a better person and now I realize who my true friends are.
Great, he finally returns my call and he's over his slutty phase.
I'm in a new play where a bunch of the male actors are on stage fully naked.
Do you get naked?
No...and judging from how the other guys are built, it's a good thing I don't.
So you've been staring at their junk?
Me? Uh...no...but, hmmm, my character has. Yeah, that's it! My character is a big fag who can't take his eyes off of cock...even after the scene is over and the audience has gone home.
We will conclude our evening, as we conclude each of our evenings, with a questionnaire invented by the great Bernard Pivot of Apostrophes and Bouillon de Couture...
If you follow the rules, don't have sex, act or think impurely, you'll get into Heaven. If you don't follow the rules, you get all the young tail you want. It's win-win.