There are some that are in my heart and yet have never been in my pants.

There are some that I have let into my pants who were never in my heart.

There are some, though, that were in my heart and have been in my pants, and regardless of how well I treasure this last group, I would certainly like to open my heart more to all three groups of these individuals.

Variety happens.

Let us cherish those that get into our pants or into our hearts and let us stop condemning one another for being feeling, thinking, sexual creatures.