room mates

I've always been a romantic. Christ, it never got me anywhere. Give me an attractive, hot blonde or redhead with great legs and somehow I'll get lucky. They'll see that part of me that every woman wants in a man, but hates to see in public. If I do this from afar they get the feeling I'm turning into a fag. Which is a lot better than having to sit in a dorm after a long sweaty fuck just looking for a way to get the hell out of there. I've always liked it better when I could go over to a woman's place, that way I have the option of leaving. And then I'll move on; new bedsheets, pillows, interests, lips, legs, cunts, names, books, shoes, panties, dogs, cats, snakes. But always with the same room mate, the whore who can't stand the idea of somebody fucking. Why is this? You see, It'd take her too, but she's a romantic, and that never works.