>be out
>at club, looking fresh, free and fly
>talk to some random -albeit hot- club stank
>lay out an exegesis of Ulysses
>at this juncture the floor beneath us is literally soaked in vaginal fluids
>tells me she usually does not hook up with random dudes, but I seemed like a special kind of guy
>feign interest in her because I need validation from attractive girls to feel a sense of self-worth
>she clearly wants the D
>begs me to go back to her place
>follow her
>kissing passionately in the hallway, open door, continue to bed
>she undresses and urges me to please fuck her
>notice poster hanging on wall by bed
>weird motif with text above saying: "bad ass"
>contemplate the wording because it seems an external or internal voice of conscience has stopped me and my erection in our tracks
>"bad ass"
>"COME ON, ANON! WTF ARE YOU WAITING FOR?"
>[internal monologue] "bad ass... bad ass... hmm... a mean bastard .. mean ass .. mean butt .. mean hine end .. there's something here .. mean end... MEAN-END!"
>Kant's categorical imperative to never treat people as means to an end surfaces and shuts off any desire to treat this poor girl as an indistinguishable masturbatory device for my crude fantasy and pleausure
>tell her I'm sorry, but I have to go, apologize profusely
>hear her in her London accent scream "CUNT" at me
>sounds exactly like "Kant"
>leave morally pure and spiritually intact