Not that it's anybody's business but my own but I'm doing just fine. The trick, see, is to keep it all locked up, all of it. Good, bad, ugly, yes, all of it, then they never know anything's wrong. Then you're one of those enigmas, a mystery man, you're the cool new kid with the cool leather jacket disrupting the social circle, causing chaos on the jungle gym. You're a spy, you've many talents, you're the strong and silent type that chicks just can't get enough of. They'll want you to protect them, they'll think you can, they've never met anyone like you. The guys, now, on the other hand, they might not like what they see, maybe they've met a few too many like you, maybe they're trying to do that themselves. Those boys, they lack a thing called tolerance and refuse a thing called compromise. They're in it to win it and all the while losing. Deep down, hell, they're probably even aware. They see you and out comes the alpha dog, out comes the bag of tricks, off go the gloves. It's working against them. The girls will eat it up, they'll eat their fill. And all you gotta do is not say a word.
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