I’ve been told that there is such a thing as a paternal instinct to procreate. If so it’s not universal. Only when having sex do I ever get the urge to make a baby.

I’m in a new city travelling with my girl. More than any city I’ve ever been in this city seems filled with eager young women. Would I prefer to
A) stay at home with my loving beautiful mate and play games with a baby, or
B) walk around town meeting young girls and arranging dates and fucking their little brains out?

And yet every day my girl tries to “forget” taking her pill. Every month she attempts an ooops baby.

The maternal instinct I believe in. The paternal one is hearsay.

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