Anyhow, I won't try to convince you that I've made any significant life changes outside of jerking off with my left hand. Nah, ain't a damn thing changed around these parts. Hell, as we speak, I'm in a bar, drinking alone beside the window, staring (okay, leering) at the talent on the street outside.
I told you nothing's changed.
I've got a date in a hour or so. I'm not optimistic. I honestly don't know why I even bother with women who've never met me. Seriously, I've been through this enough times to know how it's going to end; she'll be disappointed and I'll go home to my old friend, Brazzers.com.
Yes, the destination is assured, but what we don't know is how we'll get there. Which winding road will lead us to that awkward moment when I finally get her to say, "um, it's been nice. I've got an early day tomorrow, so I guess I'd better be going now"?
I won't be a stranger; I promise I'll come back and let you know.