|Apparently all the girls in Florida were crazy about him. So he messed around with a couple of them. One of them could never decide what she wanted, so he finally left. Then she wanted him back.
"I felt bad," he said. "I cared about her and everything. I didn't want her to be miserable. But I couldn't be miserable for her.
"I mean, Jesus died for her.
"My blood won't help."