No.912
There is a Baptist church every few acres from my house, even down backroads no one would ever think to look. The amount of swingers that I've met (and one who I accidentally slept with which is a long story), coupled with the oblivious fathers who suck up to their wives and turn a blind eye to their bleached bottle blonde skinny as a rail daughters who run off to our versions of Sodom and Gomorrah, Oxford and Starkville, is incredible. Women in their 40s dress like teenagers while their daughters get indoctrinated at Ole Miss and Mississippi State, leaving with a useless degree in music or biology, getting drunk every weekend, and fucking a new guy twice a week is incredible. The disconnect is something I never knew about until I went to college and saw it myself as a now 23 year old male who has had the spark fade from his eyes. I've given up on trying to find a girlfriend or a wife and have honestly never had one, just several girls who want me to treat them as such and whisper sweet nothings in their ear as I spend the night, leave, and watch another man's car pull into her apartment complex eagerly waiting to take my place.