In A Line, Bitches

"I Love You". Bull Shit. You're wasting your breath. Love. It ain't real. It's shit to get little girls hyper in fairy tales. Truthfully, Love is a over-rated lie. I've dated more girls than you've known. I've banged more girls than you've talked to. Yes, I am a player, and I am damn proud of it. It's not my fault God gifted me with a sexy face, is it? Girls are easy.

Just smirk and they collapse. Blonde, brunette, red-head, ginger, I've dated every combination. You name it, I play it. But once it's played it's broken. I'm like a five year old. I play with toys, play with them for a bit, use them, then break them or grow out of them. I kick them to the kerb and search for someone knew. Simple as ABC. Every girl at my school has been played, yet they still fawn over me, with no shame. But honestly, who wouldn't? With abs to die for, and a killer body, all the female population would faint.

Conceited? I know. But it's actually just an over-dose of confidence.

I'm the full package deal. Waiting to get opened.