“What I’ll write here might be weird, but I don’t really like bimbos for being bimbos. I like bimbos that are a product, well, result of bimbofication.
If you’re just a girl that spent her whole high school partying and giving blowjobs, landing some guy that pays for your boobjob, you’re just a piece of meat for me. A piece of meat I wouldn’t even consider fucking, because I quite frankly do not see any fun in that. Not to mention any longer term kind of relationship - what would I be supposed to do? Earn enough to hire someone to clean the after your chihuahua? Bitch, please…
Now a smart girl is what gets me going. A woman that’s confident and successful. Who knows what she wants and who would be easily able to support herself, because she didn’t cut half of her brain off while still in . One that knows how to behave. One that’s an asset in a relationship. Think first lady - a perfect support for her husband. A woman who’s professional and sharp - that’s who I want to see dressed in a pink fishnet dress, kneeling eagerly and drooling around my cock. That’s who I want to lead down this dirty, hot and sweaty road to bimbohood. That’s who I wanna see get implants, become a gym bunny and greet me on her knees every day I come from work.
Fucking a bimbo you picked up in a bar - any guy with a few bucks can do that. Fucking a bimbo into the head of an independent, successful woman - that’s what the trick is all about.
So for all of you, teen bimbo wannabe sluts - graduate. Get something into your heads, even if only for the purpose of emptying them later for the right man. A smart girl can always become a fuckdoll. A piece of meat can only become an old piece of meat.”