Women
It may not be your first answer but, in the end it always is the answer. Women. You know, what can I say? They’re almost every man’s personal interest. In the morning, at night, in your dreams, even at a funeral men will end up thinking about women. They look so beautiful, they smell so great, and their skin is incredibly soft. Not to mention those velvet lips they possess. I take great joy out of talking to them. I feel quite accomplished after a successful conversation. Some people may call me a horn dog, but others call me an artist. They call me an artist because of my innate ability to be charismatic. Stop laughing, this is serious. I may sound cocky but, at the same time I’m pitching you diamonds. Every word spoken to them is like a step up some stairs. After a conversation you’re all the way up the staircase and that exercise has released some endorphins into your body. It’s absolutely sensational. Making them laugh, giggle, smile, whatever it is, it always makes me feel terrific. Covering them with a blanket when they’re sleeping, giving them your jacket when they’re cold, helping them when they’re weak, it’s what makes me me. Who said chivalry was dead? Hopefully, one day down the road I’ll fall in love with a girl who loves me too. It’ll be hard because usually I fall for the wrong girl. The tease. This is synonymous with the user, the profiteer, and the player. However, I’m not bitter about that because I’m happy they toyed with me. This may seem strange but, it’s because I’ll know more for next time. And there you have it; my biggest personal interest. What’s yours?