^^^ Now your lying to save face. Stop lying. You know she dont want to fuck you, she wants to fuck the big-dicked jerk who works the door at the club. Shes gonna get her heart broken by him after he fucks her and kicks her to the curb. Then shes gonna call your pansy ass up and start looking for a shoulder to cry on. Yes, thats you - THE SHOULDER TO CRY ON. Youre gonna console her and tell her everything is ok. Then youll take her to the movies where you wont even get a handjob and follow that up by sharing a bucket of Dryers ice cream with 2 spoons, curled up on the couch watching Steel Magnolias. You wont have the balls to make any kind of move whatsoever, and shes gonna fall asleep on your couch with her head on your shoulder. You think to yourself, "Wow, she is showing me affection." Then you'll kiss her on her forehead like the sensitive fuck you are and make sure she is covered with the blanket. You turn out the lights, walk upstairs and crawl into your barren bed of solitude and not be able to sleep because the girl you are infatuated with is sleeping on your couch and you know she just wants to be your FRIEND. You dont sleep at all, and when you get out of bed to make her breakfast, she's already on her way out the door to go back to the big-dicked doorman who knows how to lay pipe right. You cry for a half hour... then you continue on with your day obsessing with what it will take to get this girl to realize that you are the one for her. You'll never get an answer to your own question, and youll continue to be a miserable fuck with a bunch of girls for homies. The End.
