I'm sorry, I spit out my soda on this one. I can just picture you prowling the mean streets, all dangerous like, you crazy frat boy you.

A good rule of thumb, if you refer to yourself as a "bad boy"...you're not one.
I think a lot of people would be surprised how boring a stripper's relationship can be. No crazy orgies, no scarred glaring boyfriend drumming a guitar.
My boyfriend of three years has a college degree, has a great job, and is just sweet. He brings me flowers for no reason, surprises me with tickets to my hockey team games, kills bugs for me when I'm cowering from a giant spider and then holds me until I calm down, and when I've worked a long day, makes dinner for me.
He's very good looking, and works out constantly, but he's not a bad boy, or a freeloader, or an adventurer or whatever the hell the other bullshit is.
He's just a normal, hardworking guy who is very good to me.
We're just another couple, who actually cares about one another.
Oh, and for all this "I secretly want him to spread his seed"...I never got wetter then when he told me he was getting a vasectomy

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