Ghost Rider
There's no release, no redemption, it's over.
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- Jul 8, 2024
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First of all if you're not low-inhib (and 99% of us are not, because if that was the case we would be a pack of redpilled cucks) sorry but you just can't even lie to yourself while you're escortmaxxing.
Yesterday I tried it again after more than a year and the experience made me feel more miserable than any other shit in the past months, it's one of the worst feelings that you can get, breaks your soul:
-I can't lie to myself, I KNOW that I'm paying like a cuck for something that is my right to have, from the moment I text the girl I'm already feeling awful for begging for something that I DESERVE.
-The girl arrives, the first thing she does is give you the classic surprised/annoyed look like she's seeing a zombie for the first time, doesn't matter how good you're dressed or the dozens of showers that you got etc etc, this point actually deserves more detail
-getting "ready" for a whore is such a miserable and suicide-inducing experience that almost makes you want to throw up, imagine dressing nice and shit for a fucking slut that you're paying for, not for a date or a nice moment with a chick, you're preparing yourself for a whore that probably gave a guy a blowjob just minutes before arriving at the motel, you mean NOTHING to her.
-She doesn't like you because as a manlet ethnic sub 5 nobody in this planet will like you, so the first thing she does is ask for the money, you pay and that's it she'll start with the "Ok my love u look SOOOO good wow you're sooooo big I like youuu so muuch" the thing is I KNOW IT'S ALL BULLSHIT, I know it, I cannot eveb get a fucking erection because A: I know that everything is a fucking lie and I'm not low inhib enough to believe and enjoy a lie, I can't, and B: I'm not even making her my bitch, no, like a good cuck I paid first, I got dressed nice like a chump and acted like a stupid nice guy, I can't even call her slut because while she would allow chad to treat her like one, not me, she doesn't even let me touch her hair because she hates me, and again, I cannot even get an erection with this whirldwind of ideas, which all of them are true.
then she goes, and the worst part of this date is that she has a genuine and happy look once it's over, the only moment of honesty happens when she's leaving and saying "BYE!" after laughing to my face because I can't get hard.
Never again, never fucking again
I also forgot one of the worst feelings that you get once she's gone, you remember the softness of her body, like needles in your brain, torturing you that night and the night after making you remember how soft and warm she felt, how nice her scent was, how good her hair all over your face felt, and how you will never have it, not truly from a woman that wants to do it with you, no, never, and you have to live with that torture for the rest of the week, month etc.
Yesterday I tried it again after more than a year and the experience made me feel more miserable than any other shit in the past months, it's one of the worst feelings that you can get, breaks your soul:
-I can't lie to myself, I KNOW that I'm paying like a cuck for something that is my right to have, from the moment I text the girl I'm already feeling awful for begging for something that I DESERVE.
-The girl arrives, the first thing she does is give you the classic surprised/annoyed look like she's seeing a zombie for the first time, doesn't matter how good you're dressed or the dozens of showers that you got etc etc, this point actually deserves more detail
-getting "ready" for a whore is such a miserable and suicide-inducing experience that almost makes you want to throw up, imagine dressing nice and shit for a fucking slut that you're paying for, not for a date or a nice moment with a chick, you're preparing yourself for a whore that probably gave a guy a blowjob just minutes before arriving at the motel, you mean NOTHING to her.
-She doesn't like you because as a manlet ethnic sub 5 nobody in this planet will like you, so the first thing she does is ask for the money, you pay and that's it she'll start with the "Ok my love u look SOOOO good wow you're sooooo big I like youuu so muuch" the thing is I KNOW IT'S ALL BULLSHIT, I know it, I cannot eveb get a fucking erection because A: I know that everything is a fucking lie and I'm not low inhib enough to believe and enjoy a lie, I can't, and B: I'm not even making her my bitch, no, like a good cuck I paid first, I got dressed nice like a chump and acted like a stupid nice guy, I can't even call her slut because while she would allow chad to treat her like one, not me, she doesn't even let me touch her hair because she hates me, and again, I cannot even get an erection with this whirldwind of ideas, which all of them are true.
then she goes, and the worst part of this date is that she has a genuine and happy look once it's over, the only moment of honesty happens when she's leaving and saying "BYE!" after laughing to my face because I can't get hard.
Never again, never fucking again
I also forgot one of the worst feelings that you get once she's gone, you remember the softness of her body, like needles in your brain, torturing you that night and the night after making you remember how soft and warm she felt, how nice her scent was, how good her hair all over your face felt, and how you will never have it, not truly from a woman that wants to do it with you, no, never, and you have to live with that torture for the rest of the week, month etc.
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