I do. I really do. Honest. I'm convinced it's for the best...Why would I lie (to myself)?... And I'll go to my grave swearing that the hunk of gold boat anchor weighing down my left arm uncomfortably for the past 10 years has absolutely made me a better person in every way, and significantly raised my current social standing (haha), regardless of the oodles of money I've wasted indescriminately simply by obsessing over it....just like hobbying, it's a very intimate and personal form of personal fulfillment and satisfaction...I just really hate the fact I keep absent-mindedly forgetting these trinkets on the night stands at Roommates, Exquisite, Mirage, Select, MaxP, Sassy Angels... after each tryst. To show you the class of these places, each time it's happened, both the lady and agency has called and gone out of their way to return them, much to my embarrassment!Who really needs a zillion $$ Rolex or whatever?
Honestly guys, doesn't a sexy woman wearing nothing but a massive man's timepiece to bed with you not just make you hard as a rock!? or is that just more weirdness related to only me....?