Sex Hair
Prologue
The crazy ones are always the sex kittens. The weirder they are, the kinkier they get. And the more they turn me on. I always get the lunatics. Every girl who I've ever been interested in has turned out to be a complete and total nut job. No matter how normal they look, underneath all that makeup and lip gloss is a handcuff loving, hair pulling horn-ball. From a distance they look like a typical girl. Nice, normal even. Once you get personal with them, though, all hell breaks loose. I've been with wiccan girls, who are convinced I like them because of their love potion. My first date with this particular one, she bought me a coffee. Now, there's a turn off. Creep factor is switched to on. The next girlfriend was a pathological liar. She made up stories about how she got raped, and how her parents beat her. She came out with the truth when I was trying to call the police. She also informed me she wasn't even a lesbian. Oh, well alright. There's six months of my life wasted.
You see, all I really want is a nice girl .Someone who's going to take care of me. I want someone who will be honest with me, and not slip things into my drinks. I want to give my time and love to someone who will appreciate it, and do the same.
But it seems like I'm just not attracted to sane girls.
You see, all I really want is a nice girl .Someone who's going to take care of me. I want someone who will be honest with me, and not slip things into my drinks. I want to give my time and love to someone who will appreciate it, and do the same.
But it seems like I'm just not attracted to sane girls.