my heart doesn’t pound as hard as it used to

my heart doesn’t pound as hard as it used to
maybe all those beautiful whores have numbed my senses a bit
which is good
when i was younger
if a beautiful woman said hello to me
my face and ears would turn beat red
and my heart would pump rapidly
to an extent, that still happens to me
especially if i know i will be meeting
a beautiful woman
one that i am not paying for
there’s this sense to impress
to entertain
to not bore them or be boring
they all want to laugh
and most of the time
i just don’t have the energy
or the care
or the know-how
and that’s when the bottle comes in