They quote their mom. I might like her, but the second you start a sentence with “My mom said…” as any kind of authoritative statement, my lady parts wilt like a tired (though once-spectacular) flower.
We love attention. Sadly, not just yours. Once we know you love us, it’s almost like we need outside attention, because we’re so sickened by ourselves at times that we actually disrespect the people who think we’re great already.
Are you the target of a collector? Read on for the warning signs.
“I never told you this, but the night we met, at the Augusta party, I went home with my then-girlfriend. She wasn’t like you. You’ll climax seven times in the time it would take her to get there once.