I like women who haven’t lived with too many men or
had too many one night stands.
I don’t expect a virgin but I simply prefer a woman
who hasn’t been rubbed dry by experience.

There is a quality about women who have chosen
men sparingly;
it appears in their walk
in their eyes
in their laughter and in
their gentleness.

Women who have had many men
seem to choose each next
out of vengeance rather than
feeling.

When one plays the field, one works against
all purposes:
one can’t create love or
art.
You’re finally left with the same
commodity
you have given:
nothing.
Some human beings are delicate things,
some human beings are delicious and wondrous
things.

If you want to piss on the sun,
go ahead
but leave them
alone.