Someone who can keep with up me; someone on my level.

Which, if you’ve met me, you’ll know is not an easy task.

Why? Are you wondering if you have a shot?

Does this answer your question?

If that’s too subtle, here you go:

Quick, call the press!

Depraved, drunken, African baboons have finally learned how to use computers! It’s a momentous day.

Yes! Yes, actually I was just thinking-what should I do tonight? And then it hit me-have sex with Rachel! So I am going to, right now, I’m going to go straight over to room and fuck her right now, and then have sex with Quinn again, and then with everyone else on the island, then with random shrubs when I run out of people! Isn’t that exciting? 

For Christ’s sakes NO, you fucker. Get over yourself and stop asking about my sex life. It’s mine-and your transparent attempts to be a part of it, while initially amusing, are now just pathetic and annoying. So please ship yourself back to whatever depraved hellhole of despair you came from and don’t talk to me again.

Pervy. I only just got here 3 days ago, and we’ve slept together twice, so I guess that would be an average of once every day and a half, for all of you mathematical incompetents out there.

First of all, my “relationship” with Quinn is friends with sex. Rachel, Quinn and I are all mature, single adults capable of making our own decisions. If Rachel’s hurt by what’s going on, she should go right ahead and do something about it. But everything she’s told me so far is that she’s fine with it. Whether or not she’s lying, I don’t know, and frankly, I don’t care- but I’ve given her the opportunity to talk about it and she hasn’t said she’s mad or anything. If she is, she shouldn’t keep it to herself. That’s all I’m saying.

F: Brittany

M: Quinn (only because she’s the only one of these three I’ve actually even spoken to in person…)

K(iss): Rachel