Relationships are like yard sales. They look good from a couple yards away, until you realize it's a bunch of shit you don't need.
Nothing will rob you of what little testosterone you do have like crawling into a bed with a chihuahua. As a guy you could be wearing a Hello Kitty backpack, carrying dandelions and licking a penis-shaped lollipop and that, my friends, would be one third as gay as waking up in the morning to find you and a chihuahua are spooning.
Pimp stands for Positive Intellectual Motivated Person. It has nothing to do with selling sex for money.