We are fucking very different kinds of midgets, I'm afraid. The midgets I fuck understand the game that must be played. They realise that I will have no interest in them the instant I no longer place them on a pedestal.
To retain my interest, they must make me feel freakishly undeserving. And then everyone can win, see? If a girl I speak to shows the slightest interest in me, how could I possibly be interested in them? "oh you're keen? what's wrong with you...loser."
It's the game we must play, hardwired as we are, by a God who coded us maliciously. Cause he's a fcuking faggot who probably couldn't get hot midget sex even if he shaved his stupid beard.