Unfortunately you give me way too much credit on a lot of things. Most of the time I bury what I don't want to show. In a way we're both damaged. For the record, I was corrupted long before we got together, just a little less than now. Yes, I blame my mother for most of what I know about women. She started teaching me young about certain things, like that wonderful time of month where all they want is chocolate, etc.

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"BOY: On a hot summer night, would you offer your throat to the wolf with the red roses? GIRL: Will he offer me his mouth? BOY: Yes. GIRL: Will he offer me his teeth? BOY: Yes. GIRL: Will he offer me his jaws? BOY: Yes. GIRL: Will he offer me his hunger? BOY: Yes. GIRL: Again, will he offer me his hunger? BOY: Yes! GIRL: Yes. BOY: On a hot summer night, would you offer your throat to the wolf with the red roses? GIRL: Yes. BOY: I bet you say that to all the boys!" -Meatloaf