Maybe it’s just me, but a guy moping and crying to the tune of “but I’m so confuuuuused and I don’t know what I waaaaant out of life” doesn’t really get me all hot and bothered in the panties. Au contraire, it’s pretty repulsive. All I really want to say to him is get it together already. BE. A. MAN.
No, I don’t give a flying f*ck that he’s miserable at work (get a new job), that his “can’t seem to get out of it” relationship is causing him emotional turmoil (dump. her.), or that his beloved pet, Fo-Fo, died (sorry, that sucks, but please stop crying).
Pity sex is like the 8th wonder to me. Ladies, how could you open your legs to such unattractiveness? You really ought to just pass the Kleenex and peace your way out of there, STAT. If I a had a penis, such behavior would surely be terms for instant boner-be-gone. Just sayin’.
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