Such... strange notions.

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Does someone think I am what I was?  Even then, I was never that.  I liked em', I've had many, but I don't need them.  And I don't fall for the easy ones.  Pretty?  The girls next door are pretty.  These are women who are trying to find the highest bidder, and, as such, will never find love, or be loved.  How many times was Marilyn Monroe wed?  How many men did she do?

Selling it.  But I'm not buying.

You just don't get it.  While interested, a woman is only totally interesting once in a while.  If she can't be worth knowing between the times I find her irresistible, which is most of the time, she isn't worth my time.  And if she can't keep her panties on until marriage, I have no need of her at all.  She's trying to sell what she can't afford, for the most part.  Though... I have know a woman or two who was willing to do what it takes, at my beck and call.  The problem with those few is they couldn't have children.  Relationships don't last without that crucial bit.  Babies... change dynamics, upset applecarts, require some changes.  Without that, the relationship is too static.

Yes, I teach.  Not just men, but women too.  I am a difficult teacher, but when I have taught, my lessons will have been well learned.