Slut

I can't name or count how many guys I've looked at approvingly thinking 'I'd love to fuck him' or whatever people say when they give that approving eye glance and nod thing. Of course I do it. All the time. I'm eighteen for gods sake. I can look! However, I can count all the guys I've genuinely fancied on both hands. I can count the guys I've really liked on one hand. I can count the guys I've kissed on two fingers. I can count the guys I've actually called my boyfriend on one finger. But that is not the man I love. None of them are. Because he's not a statistic. He's a part of my soul.

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