Or sleep with the 99 girls chasing if you want because you’re and individual and you can make your own decisions.
To each their own, depends on the person you’re chasing. Conditions differ. I wouldn’t chase someone who slept with every lad who asked. There wouldn’t be anything to chase. If I were her, I wouldn’t turn around for a man who slept with everyone he passed while catching up. I’d leave his ass in the past.
I’d doubt the person set me apart and I’d be suspicious of their convictions. How many people she has shared her body with doesn’t matter, but her devotion does. Do not crown a substitute to occupy the throne, that taints the shine for the queen you had your eyes set on. Keep your eyes on that glorious ass that has magnetized your heart. Treat her especially.
Who you share your essence with, your biological chemicals, is a big deal. It is a process to determine your successor, and it’s supposed to be made with love. That’s why it’s called making love. There are only so many combinations of genetic constellations, take your time and make the best choice you can. Now, you can be as promiscuous as you want, and never, ever give anybody your heart. These are different things, it is not an organ, and it’s not always the one in your bed who has it.
It’s who you are.