You may or may not already be aware that I have used this past summer to become promiscuous. It was bound to happen. A reasonably desirable and immensely desirous bisexual such as myself does not stay completely virginal for long. I merely had to begin leaving my house occasionally. Sexual opportunity ensued.

Because I wanted to take a break from academic hell month without leaving my computer, I decided to write my high school hook book, a summary of my sexual experiences. Some of it is rather perverse. I'm actually rather perverse; there's no reason to deny it. I get away with it for several reasons. My friends, ex-friends and guidance counselor each have conflicting feelings regarding my personality but they all say that I'm extremely charismatic. However, the creepiness of a 17 year old girl who essentially gets whatever she wants is mostly nullified by my pleasant, juvenile appearance. I'm often mistaken for a sweet 14 or 15 year old. Oh, what a mistake to make.

I see myself as inherently dislikable. I care a little. I occasionally wish I could be different and have some form of compassion for my fellow humans. But I am too much of a sexual thing for that. I have some rules. I use people, but only to our mutual satisfaction. I do not manipulate or lie. Observing sadness or discord is not pleasing to me in the least and this, I believe, is what separates me from other cruel people. Still, my close relationships tend to curdle. It’s always my fault. I get bored, particularly when my sexual desires are indulged. In this manner, I am allowed to move onto my next hook and begin, receiving the full emotional intensity of an exclusive relationship. This is the way I behave and it is what I’m going to write about, beginning with five chapters worth of summer and spring engagements. I eventually hope to change but I do not want that to deprive me of my bitter present enjoyments.