While we played, security goons watched closely, and my dad could tell that we were nervous: "Just act like you are supposed to be here, and they won't ask any questions." Sure enough, it worked. Once I've made it into bed with a girl, no way I'm going to let my stupid mouth wreck things.
In fact, we've most likely made it to this point in spite of my mouth.
Commitment means I've found my soul mate, that I am completely secure with myself, and that there should be no going back.
I don't know about you, but all of that is pretty heavy.
There are so many incorrect things I could say, from weak to gross to just downright bizarre. Honestly, sometimes a woman's anger does look hormonal.