"That thing between a man and a woman, I lack"

[Dreckssau]

A cerebral narcissist wrote this:

"That thing between a man and a woman, I lack, that moist energy, the hungry eyes, the imperceptible tilt of body's lusting, that magnetism, I don't have this.

I do not know the frequency of the silent broadcasts of sexuality.

My face is handsome in a man-child way, my features are broad but quite agreeable, sometimes I'm rich or powerful, sometimes I'm famous.

I can turn on at will, a fount of irresistible, immersing, spuriously empathic charm.

Women are curious, even inexorably drawn to me, but as they inch closer, women sense the void that I am, the howling abyss where a person should have been, the abode of death cloaked in the deceptive war marks of an ebullient, exuberant, ostensibly productive life.

I am the quintessentially deceptive package, an Ori being, a mental alien in an uncanny carnal outfit."