You can’t understand how desperately I want one thing. Just one. And it’s not you, although (I do) I will devour you, given the chance.

No, what I want. Is to be that guy. The one she fantasizes about. The instant we meet.

Wait, that’s not it either. I know this.

I want to be the guy she wants to fuck. Girls know. Immediately.

Never? No, I don’t believe you. Maybe, I had it. For a minute.

However, I lost sight of it. That really is the only goal. Hell, maybe I was never the guy she’d fuck. I blew it? Yes. I should have said, “Do you wanna get out of here?”

The next guy did. I don’t want to be him. I only want to act as he did. Should I ever, ever, ever meet another like you, I do not want to lose another her to another him. Ever. Ever. Again.

Now, while I am raw, I’ve got it. Raw sexual energy. Now it’s time to harness it. Channel it. Use it.

Women get wet when I enter the room.

Women want to fuck me.

A girl like her will never look at a guy like me the same again. I WILL fuck the world. I WILL fuck you. I WILL bend you over into Downward Facing Dog and I WILL enter you from behind.

I owe it to myself to handle it. Here. Now. Anything less is wishes in my pocket.