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.
Pimp stands for Positive Intellectual Motivated Person. It has nothing to do with selling sex for money.
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.