Bad decisions lead to horrible mistakes.

 It's my own fault. I forget just how horrible some women can be. I avoid them for a while, but they hit me up at the right moment. I was supposed to meet a good one after work, but she is nowhere to be found. I don't want to deal with the blonde. She's not pleasant either. This tattooed bitch is the worst. Demands to much money, is a lousy lay, and a complete miserable bitch the whole time. Her saving grace that gives me selective memory, is that her pussy is divine. It's just surrounded by a real cunt. $80 later, I brought her back without incident. I'll forget about her for a while, and ignore her entirely. I could go into detail, but what's the point? Your definition of horrible does not match mine.