if your really care that a vane slapper who is the female equivalent of your stock standard beer swilling brain deficient frat boy doesn't want to f*ck you, then you should loathe yourself.
I was at a wedding a while back, my mate introduces me to his co-worker, a 6ft tall blonde goddess with all the trimmings.
"She's got a thing for bald guys, she only ever seems to go out with bald guys" he tells me. She'd bought her bald, shy boyfriend with her to the wedding.
They're out there, and they want it.
We've heard all about the guy's performance credentials from reading her cute little report, but what about her attributes and bedroom skills?
I'll put money on her being a dead starfish type with the sexual charisma of cheese sandwich. Those who judge others the most usually turn out to be the least in a position to do so.