Throughout my twenties, before I got locked up, and even after that, I only dated people for one reason: to see how many I could actually date and get away with it.

The only thing that separated me from my low-life father was the fact that I didn't father kids.

I didn't want kids. Seemed women these days only wanted to have your babies so they could get a certified check to go spend on their new men and I'd kill the bitch...

Why put myself in that position?

Once I fucked females I crossed their faces out with a red marker. They ceased to exist in my world.

If I got it in one hour, one minute, one second or one week, I crossed them out. Too quickly. No respect for themselves.

No hesitation.

If they could fuck me at the drop of a dime then how many other people did they drop dimes for?

Biggie said "It was all a dream," for meit was all a game. I used my strong sex appeal to get my lovers in the sack.

I set records for myself. I never had to pay for it. Never had to really beg for it. My body alone and my handsome face and brown eyes did that for me.

I sometimes fell in love with a few lovers. But the love wasn't what you thought it was. It was a love for sex. A love for having powerful orgasms.

A love for the chase. A love for the thrill. When I cut them loose, I didn't weep, shed a tear or ask for them back.

Almost everyone have Ex Files. One night stands thrive on this.

Meaningless sex has gone public. If meaningless sex was on the stock

market, this would be a wicked world, more wicked then it was now.

But there was one photo I didn't put in my photo album. I couldn't do it because I felt bad enough as it was now.

How could I betray a woman that was my best friend's daughter? I had to get the pussy, she was banging. The sexiest woman I'd ever seen.

It wasn't about my homeboy, who I respected with everything in me. This was about testing the pussy before anyone else did.

Yea. I was a grimy Niggah! If he found out he should kill my ass. But getting the panties was worth it.

I fell in love with her the day I hit it. I couldn't get her off my mind. Day in and day out I thought of her and what she may be doing.

I wasproud of her when she graduated college. I'm in the college photos with her, sometimes the red marker beckoning me to X out her face.

But how do you X out love?

Back then, she was so stuck up. She saved the pussy like it was gold. And knowing that I was the first to beat the pussy up fulfilled me in ways I couldn't explain.

Her husband, Sax, hadn't even tapped the pussy yet and he's married to her. I felt so sorry for him, knowing I was the reason he wasn't getting any.

I couldn't stand the Niggah anyways, talking shit to me. Insulting me in public.

I will never forget he dumped Sprite soda on my head at the Red Lobster.

I wanted to shoot his hoe ass...