They’re gorgeous by virtue of being with me. There’s nothing for it and I don’t accept arguments to the contrary.

My black and white nature is guiding me these days and, more importantly, inhibiting my creativity; my productivity suffers. Unacceptable. I’ve connected with people and applied to get the job I want through all the channels I can think of. Employed my innate ability to find hard-to-find information on the internet. I think I’ll have to move up to the city, which’d be new. And expensive. Sacrifices must be made in the pursuit of satisfaction.

This new girl I called off backpage wasn’t shy about digging her fingers into my stomach to tell me I should lose weight. I had to demonstrate honesty first, so I told her her stretch marks were like the tributaries of a river. Striations in the land. Meant to be explored. It’s in the telling when you say things like that. You’ll make a fool of yourself if you don’t mean them. She pointed out that my dick would be much more impressive if that pubic fat wasn’t there. When I told her I’d had issues with my right arm going numb she seem genuinely concerned. I took it on faith that she was. I told her to stay although I wasn’t sure if I could muster any more of my energy. I couldn’t afford too many hours, but I wanted the female company just then. She went to shower and I slapped my stomach. I suppose I have gotten too fat again. Parts of me are taut and others soft. My ass like the proverbial wad of dough. I stretched in front of the wall mirror and decided, sure, I could go again.