Sometimes there will be a
Sometimes there will be a message on my phone the next day from one of the women I bailed out on: "Sorry, but I don't think I can keep having an affair with you." And I'll call back and say, "Well, I can't say I blame you, because I really am a complete prick."
I'll be heartbroken and I'll lie on my bed and mope all afternoon, going "Nobody loves me for who I am."
Then night falls and the whole thing starts over.