I sucked at being single; I was a horrible dater. I used to get phone calls on Friday night: 'John -- hi, it's Blockbuster video. It's nine o'clock on a Friday, you're not here yet. We just wanted to call and make sure you're OK.'
I answer personal ads. I'm not ashamed to admit it. But I think I'm the only one that answers them in the negative. Like, I'll call up and be like, 'Yeah, are you a single, white female, 29, who likes long walks on the beach, poetry and jazz? I'm not interested in that.'
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All we do is have sex: sex, sex, sex, sex, sex, sex, sex, sex -- until you're chafed, raw, swollen, bloody, scabby! And what do we do? We have more sex because we are in love.
You wake up one morning, and you're talking alike. The next thing you know, you're dressing alike. Then you start blowing your friends off, telling your family to go to hell, skipping school, skipping work -- just living in each other's ass.
Breaking up is always hard to do, isn't it? I broke up. I recently broke up from my little honey bunny. I was distraught. I thought I was going insane. I lost all this weight, got all skinny. My friends were like, 'You look fabulous!'
I still believe in love. Actually, my friends say I love too much, because I did. I put my ex-wife on a pedestal. I thought the sun rose and set in her stankin' ass.