Super Person has had enough
 

"Stop trying to have sex with me! Jesus people, have some respect! I KNOW I'm the grand mack daddy of masculinitude, but please, stop trying to have sex with me! I didn't come here to hook up with dozens upon dozens of hot chicks whose vocabulary is inversely proportionate to their cup sizes! I didn't come here to have the whole of womanhood throw her collective self at me! I've been trying to accommodate you... fit in as many of you in a day as I can, and then get a good night's sleep to prepare myself for the coming day of breakfast-to-bedtime hot fuckin'... but no more... no, now I put my foot down and say "Enough! Stop trying to have sex with me!" And it's not that I don't appreciate what you have to offer! I very much admire your fine posteriors, and you know I loves tha boobies, but ladies ladies ladies... enough really is enough! Posteriors and boobies aren't enough to soothe my chafed man-rod! I know this breaks your hearts... I know you're all dying for just a touch of the super-jimmy... but ladies, the love banana can take no more! From here on out, I'm limiting myself to only having sex with those I am in love with, and since I can feel the degradation and physical exhaustion of being coerced into becoming your sexmonkey slowly transforming into hatred for you all, I cannot love you. And thus, I cannot do the nasty to your upturned booty. My condolences"

well shit. NOW what am I gonna do on saturday night?

/all of womankind

For related thoughts, check out the story The Yule Log over on Hoot Island. (Not too long, but long enough that it would look stupid if I quoted the whole damn thing).