For the past few months I have been visiting the same mature escort every few weeks and my mind is confused.
Some info if you want context: I pay 200€ for two hours with a tall, blonde, mature (twice my age) and ex-model escort. Half the time she gives me a massage or/and we talk, the rest, we engage in coitus.
I know, you must be thinking that I am the ultimate cuck for this, but what is life... I have a father with whom I live and some family, yet I can't open my mind to them. Only lies come out of this mouth when I talk to them, for fear of them discovering my intentions of ending my life.
This escort has become my confidant like no person has ever become before, even my therapist. When I used to have friends and went out with them I never truly told anyone anything about my internal emotional pain in order to keep a respectable image. However, time proved my strategy wrong and so I ended up alone by my own choice. With no one to talk I became desperate. Then I met her, and even though she is been paid (and is an entitled literal bitch who has never worked a day in her life because of her looks), she is so charming and opening up so much to me, that my brain doesn't know what to think anymore about people in general. I only end up feeling more guilty for my numerous social mistakes in the past for some reason.
Why is life so confusing? Why am I so weak to the power of women and normies?
Some info if you want context: I pay 200€ for two hours with a tall, blonde, mature (twice my age) and ex-model escort. Half the time she gives me a massage or/and we talk, the rest, we engage in coitus.
I know, you must be thinking that I am the ultimate cuck for this, but what is life... I have a father with whom I live and some family, yet I can't open my mind to them. Only lies come out of this mouth when I talk to them, for fear of them discovering my intentions of ending my life.
This escort has become my confidant like no person has ever become before, even my therapist. When I used to have friends and went out with them I never truly told anyone anything about my internal emotional pain in order to keep a respectable image. However, time proved my strategy wrong and so I ended up alone by my own choice. With no one to talk I became desperate. Then I met her, and even though she is been paid (and is an entitled literal bitch who has never worked a day in her life because of her looks), she is so charming and opening up so much to me, that my brain doesn't know what to think anymore about people in general. I only end up feeling more guilty for my numerous social mistakes in the past for some reason.
Why is life so confusing? Why am I so weak to the power of women and normies?
