I was 19 - dumb, lonely, and the BlackPill was unknown at the time. So, I agree: I ought to be sent to the gulag for falling for an escort, but at least I paid for the lesson instead of simping for free like most guys.
Scenario:
- When I was 19 I paid a HTB 22yo Mayowhore escort (twice on separate occasions). I was the first Curry astronaut for colonising and contaminating a sexy mayowhore.
- Service was cheap (£60 for 30 mins) but she always gave me great sessions. She even let me nut in her mouth.
- Caught feelings: post-session longing, she was showing me pictures from her Instagram so I memorised her username and used a burner account to stalk her profile, went through the whole simp symphony
- Even though she was an escort, emotionally it hit like "first love"
"But she was 22?!?!"
Does teenage love require ID checks? The heart doesn’t math. Romeo was implied to be 16 - 18, while Juliet was 13. Emotionally, I was still a teen - that’s what matters. At 19, my brain was still swimming in the same adolescent hormones that make 15-year-olds write bad poetry. Her being 22 just means I experienced the advanced version of teen love - same intensity, just on developer mode. First real attachment always has a 'teen love' quality regardless of age. Soldiers falling for nurses during war, college freshmen obsessing over teaching assistants, etc.
Arguments for:
- I was young, dumb, and felt it: I felt the ache, obsession, and fantasized, that’s the raw material of ‘teen love'. Teen love is about the emotion, not the logistics.
- Most incels mourn over missing ‘teen love', but this is the one thing that has never bothered me. Could that mean what I felt was my version of it? The raw, stupid, emotionally-charged obsession that defined that year?
- Yes, I paid for it, but how is this different from a teenage girl using a naive male teen for attention/validation? At least I got honesty - she wanted cash, I wanted sex. At least we were honest about the exchange rate.
- This was my personal rite of passage: learning that female attention is transactional.
- Stalking her Instagram profile: cyberstalking is the digital age’s love letter?
- You don’t choose what haunts you. If this memory burns and feels like teen love, then functionally, it was? The first time you felt something is always ‘real,’ even if the context was fake. Ask any D-list celebrity’s parasocial fans.
- In the end, I paid her. This is like claiming ‘I’m a chef’ after ordering UberEats.
- This wasn’t love - it was post-nut clarity avoidance with extra steps.
Although I don’t believe in binary extremes, what I felt may have had the intensity and confusion of teenage love, but it still sits just adjacent to it - close, but not quite the real thing.
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