Whats your name again?

I have lost yet another woman to FoulMouthDrew.COM. She returned my call to let me know that "There wasn’t a sponge coarse enough to wash off my filth." Well, in response to that I say only this..It was easy to wash off your filth. Your filth was gone the second I saw the swirling waters swallow the device I used to shield myself from your filth. She told me in an e-mail that she found the site and is completely embarrassed to have ever even touched a guy like me. The embarrassing part should be the fact that you slept with a guy you met in a bar on the first night. You are a cliché. You are the same woman that complains about not ever having a quality relationship but then spreads her legs to any guy with a decent game in a hole in the wall bar. The worst part about you doing that is I didn’t even try to take you home, you insisted that we go back to my place to "talk". That was one hell of a conversation! I don’t think we spoke 2 words by the time your shirt hit the floor. I am sorry you are having trouble coming to grips with the fact that you are indeed a tramp. Its not so bad being a tramp. You have to embrace your promiscuity and allow your inner whore to take control. If you fight it you may find yourself feeling bad about taking some stranger inside you only to find out that he is a sub human womanizing foul mouthed opinionated jerk that will forget about you as soon as the prophylactic is swallowed by the bowl. I will ask you to not be mad at me because you found out about FMD. I am not the one that forced you to drop trou at the mere prospect of a possible relationship. Seriously though, cant we just work on things? Can you get past the fact I am FMD? Forget that I made you double over in pain by using the baked chicken position, that doesn’t matter now. What matters is the spiritual connection you claimed we had that made me almost choke on my Jack Daniels. Can you have a spiritual connection with someone that doesn’t have a soul? Or is that why you are really upset? You thought you had a spiritual connection with someone that you found out no longer cares about the feelings of others. Trust me my little bar fly. The only connection we had was the skin bridge that connected our to pee-pee's for 2 1/2 minutes possibly even 4. Before you stop speaking to me forever, can you please do me one last favor...Tell me your name again so I can remember who your are.