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Foids are Just Prostitutes that Don't Deliver Service (My First Date Experience)

neverkissed

neverkissed

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I'm fairly moneymaxxed for my working-class town, especially since I work remotely and make an American-level salary. You may know that UK salaries are way lower. I thought splurging money on a bitch would make her at least feel indebted and obliged to give me pussy. The fact is it doesn't. And I've realised this because I blew £180 (USD 238) on a date and got absolutely nothing for my troubles. I didn't even get her revulsion hidden from my face. It's not the first time this has happened and, granted, I'm an idiot.

I found the girl on Tinder, only after photoshopping my pics and fibbing about my height. I immediately led with us going to one of the best restaurants in the city, and she had "retail worker" in her bio so I knew she couldn't afford it. My plan was to betabuxx a poor foid like her, hopefully get laid, and then ghost her. Even with all the theatrics and deceptions, I've realised I have no hope in hell of keeping a conversation going beyond three exchanges. I just have to lead with her self-interest if I want any traction. She was hesitant at first but I threw in ice skating and she agreed. Of course, this is all pretty pricey for a working-class person, especially on the same night.

So we met up and I could tell she was immediately disappointed but she made an effort to only show maybe half her disgust. We went ice skating first and she didn't know how to do it well but I did so I asked to hold her while she learnt. I tried to be funny about it but it came off cringy and socially inept. She said she can learn by herrself in a sort of forced cute-sounding way but with some sternness in her voice. Then she left me and pretty much enjoyed the experience with no thought of me.

It was only as our session was ending that she came and asked, "So we are going for dinner, now?" And I nodded like a bitch instead of saying "No!" and cutting my losses. I don't know. I thought I still had a chance. We went for dinner and she ordered the most expensive steak on the menu and a bottle of fairly pricey wine. I was excited at the prospect of her getting drunk -- by her own accord and without my encouragement -- maybe making her consider things in my favour. And, I thought to myself, if she's spending this recklessly, she must be planning to offer me something in return.

Everything started off awkward with us both glancing at our phones every few seconds. I couldn't think of anything to say. As I got drunk I started opening up more, but only to talk about my autistic interests such as WWE. We had our food and she ate like a pig before asking for a second helping. I was shocked any woman can eat like this, but I found out the second helping -- a 1Kg ribeye steak meant for two to share-- was actually to go. Ok, I thought, I suppose she wants to have breakfast in the morning. I'd strategically let slip that my place is nearby and I have a 43-inch TV with Dolby Vision and Dolby Atmos. The last part seemed to intrigue her.

As we are getting up to leave, I can't think of anything to say to lead the conversation in the desired direction. I just blurt out: I guess we are going back to mine. She nonchalantly says she has to work in the morning, without the slightest bit of remorse or shame. I tried bargaining and asking her to come just for an hour to finish our conversation. This was a lousy thing to say as "our conversation" had been nothing more than a series of start-and-stop random topics that never got anywhere or aroused any excitement. I've let the alcohol inspire too many fantasies and I'm diamonds at this stage. I want her. I need to feel the inside of a woman. Tonight's the night. Otherwise, why'd she rinse me?

She insists that she can't come over even just for a second. Then she looks at her phone and says it's quite late so she needs to get going. I was dumbstruck at this point and said a muffled bye. She went in for a half-arsed hug and our torsos and crotches didn't even meet. I guess that was something. With that she turns her back walks away, never turning again to wave a cute, if perfunctory, goodbye --untouched 1Kg ribeye steak in her bag.

I walked a few minutes to my sweet-smelling luxury city centre apartment, where I collapsed into my pillow and cried uncontrollably for hours. It wasn't the money that hurt me. I have nothing to spend it on besides body-destroying copes anyway. It was that, after giving her such an experience that was clearly new to her, she still couldn't give me a full hug, let alone the spicier stuff. God knows Chad need not spend anything. It is her who would steal and forage and beg just for one round with Chad. It may come across as if I was too presumptive. I wasn't. We had unmistakably suggestive conversations before we met, and there had been more than a few hints about how the night would progress.

Of course, I now understand that I was simply a mark who got played.

I hope that steak gives her food poisoning. It will also be my final time doing something so stupid. I should have transacted with an escort instead. At least they have a better understanding of service level agreements and they're more honest. I denounce foids and if I see one starving in the street, I will do nothing to help. I will never smile in a foid's direction again. I won't devote another second of my time to one. I will not do anyone any harm but it is also my right to decide that I will never relieve a woman of either the slightest inconvenience or acute suffering.

As always, thank you for your support and perspective.
 
:feelskek: You have to be larping. As a socialanxietycel, that dinner conversation filled with awkward silences and you blurting random shit out is like my worst nightmare. I’d be cringing the entire time how did you not just get up and leave?
 
Imagine going to a fast food place. Paying for your food and leaving is not enough. The restaurant policy is "if you want this food, you need to go through a bunch of hoops, donate items to the restaurant, and dress how we tell you" ---- that's dating as a Beta.

Imagine the restaurant locks you in and you can only eat their food (which is fine for me tbh). If the food makes you sick, you can leave, but it'll cost you and have to pay them for the rest of your life ---- that's marriage as a Beta

With prostitution made illegal, women never lose --- that's why they're so against it, because it'll ruin the gynocentric monopoly women have on dating.
 
JFL that she ordered a second steak to go, the jews call that chutzpah
 
Pays for a roastie's free, expensive meal, and an extra to take home, in the hopes of getting some pussy crumbs. Then he goes home to cry in his pillow.

What a blue pilled fag.

I would have left the cunt after the skating and cut my losses when I saw that she was colder to me than the ice I was skating on.
 
Interesting read and I laughed two times loud, especially about the WWE chit-chat. If money is not a problem for you spend it on surgery
 
Dude you fucked up. You always make them pay for the first date.
 
I'm fairly moneymaxxed for my working-class town, especially since I work remotely and make an American-level salary. You may know that UK salaries are way lower. I thought splurging money on a bitch would make her at least feel indebted and obliged to give me pussy. The fact is it doesn't. And I've realised this because I blew £180 (USD 238) on a date and got absolutely nothing for my troubles. I didn't even get her revulsion hidden from my face. It's not the first time this has happened and, granted, I'm an idiot.

I found the girl on Tinder, only after photoshopping my pics and fibbing about my height. I immediately led with us going to one of the best restaurants in the city, and she had "retail worker" in her bio so I knew she couldn't afford it. My plan was to betabuxx a poor foid like her, hopefully get laid, and then ghost her. Even with all the theatrics and deceptions, I've realised I have no hope in hell of keeping a conversation going beyond three exchanges. I just have to lead with her self-interest if I want any traction. She was hesitant at first but I threw in ice skating and she agreed. Of course, this is all pretty pricey for a working-class person, especially on the same night.

So we met up and I could tell she was immediately disappointed but she made an effort to only show maybe half her disgust. We went ice skating first and she didn't know how to do it well but I did so I asked to hold her while she learnt. I tried to be funny about it but it came off cringy and socially inept. She said she can learn by herrself in a sort of forced cute-sounding way but with some sternness in her voice. Then she left me and pretty much enjoyed the experience with no thought of me.

It was only as our session was ending that she came and asked, "So we are going for dinner, now?" And I nodded like a bitch instead of saying "No!" and cutting my losses. I don't know. I thought I still had a chance. We went for dinner and she ordered the most expensive steak on the menu and a bottle of fairly pricey wine. I was excited at the prospect of her getting drunk -- by her own accord and without my encouragement -- maybe making her consider things in my favour. And, I thought to myself, if she's spending this recklessly, she must be planning to offer me something in return.

Everything started off awkward with us both glancing at our phones every few seconds. I couldn't think of anything to say. As I got drunk I started opening up more, but only to talk about my autistic interests such as WWE. We had our food and she ate like a pig before asking for a second helping. I was shocked any woman can eat like this, but I found out the second helping -- a 1Kg ribeye steak meant for two to share-- was actually to go. Ok, I thought, I suppose she wants to have breakfast in the morning. I'd strategically let slip that my place is nearby and I have a 43-inch TV with Dolby Vision and Dolby Atmos. The last part seemed to intrigue her.

As we are getting up to leave, I can't think of anything to say to lead the conversation in the desired direction. I just blurt out: I guess we are going back to mine. She nonchalantly says she has to work in the morning, without the slightest bit of remorse or shame. I tried bargaining and asking her to come just for an hour to finish our conversation. This was a lousy thing to say as "our conversation" had been nothing more than a series of start-and-stop random topics that never got anywhere or aroused any excitement. I've let the alcohol inspire too many fantasies and I'm diamonds at this stage. I want her. I need to feel the inside of a woman. Tonight's the night. Otherwise, why'd she rinse me?

She insists that she can't come over even just for a second. Then she looks at her phone and says it's quite late so she needs to get going. I was dumbstruck at this point and said a muffled bye. She went in for a half-arsed hug and our torsos and crotches didn't even meet. I guess that was something. With that she turns her back walks away, never turning again to wave a cute, if perfunctory, goodbye --untouched 1Kg ribeye steak in her bag.

I walked a few minutes to my sweet-smelling luxury city centre apartment, where I collapsed into my pillow and cried uncontrollably for hours. It wasn't the money that hurt me. I have nothing to spend it on besides body-destroying copes anyway. It was that, after giving her such an experience that was clearly new to her, she still couldn't give me a full hug, let alone the spicier stuff. God knows Chad need not spend anything. It is her who would steal and forage and beg just for one round with Chad. It may come across as if I was too presumptive. I wasn't. We had unmistakably suggestive conversations before we met, and there had been more than a few hints about how the night would progress.

Of course, I now understand that I was simply a mark who got played.

I hope that steak gives her food poisoning. It will also be my final time doing something so stupid. I should have transacted with an escort instead. At least they have a better understanding of service level agreements and they're more honest. I denounce foids and if I see one starving in the street, I will do nothing to help. I will never smile in a foid's direction again. I won't devote another second of my time to one. I will not do anyone any harm but it is also my right to decide that I will never relieve a woman of either the slightest inconvenience or acute suffering.

As always, thank you for your support and perspective.
Larp why bother making fake stories up to exacerbate how much of a loser you are? We already know you’re a loser that’s why you’re here with the rest of us:chad:
 
Larp why bother making fake stories up to exacerbate how much of a loser you are? We already know you’re a loser that’s why you’re here with the rest of us:chad:
We have millionaires and other moneymaxxed richfags here, as well as six-figure careercels.

Keep fucking coping, greynigger.
 
Imagine going to a fast food place. Paying for your food and leaving is not enough. The restaurant policy is "if you want this food, you need to go through a bunch of hoops, donate items to the restaurant, and dress how we tell you" ---- that's dating as a Beta.

Imagine the restaurant locks you in and you can only eat their food (which is fine for me tbh). If the food makes you sick, you can leave, but it'll cost you and have to pay them for the rest of your life ---- that's marriage as a Beta

With prostitution made illegal, women never lose --- that's why they're so against it, because it'll ruin the gynocentric monopoly women have on dating.
GYNOCENTRIC MONOPOLY , HOLY SHIT MAN , THATS BRUTAL AS FUCK I HAVE TO REMEMBER THIS! :bigbrain::smonk:
 
We have millionaires and other moneymaxxed richfags here, as well as six-figure careercels.

Keep fucking coping, greynigger.
Why complain about $180 then. You couldn’t even pay a literal escort who’s job it is to spend time with people like us to spend time with any of us for that price. Never mind believing a normal foid would spend time AND fuck us for $180:feelsclown: clown if you think otherwise you simp
 
Why complain about $180 then. You couldn’t even pay a literal escort who’s job it is to spend time with people like us to spend time with any of us for that price. Never mind believing a normal foid would spend time AND fuck us for $180:feelsclown: clown if you think otherwise you simp
£180 is still £180, and it stings when you feel like you've flushed it down the toilet.

Poorfags need to understand that money isn't as relative as people generally think. The idea of, "he's a billionaire, $1000 is nothing to him," is fallacious thinking. The money, it's purchasing power, and it's value is the same for two people - one rich, and one broke - in the same area. It's the same $1000. One is just more responsible with it than the other. Rich people appear tighter and stingier with their money because they understand the value of it better. They don't look at $1000 and think, "what can I spend this on," but rather, "what can this $1000 do for me."
 
£180 is still £180, and it stings when you feel like you've flushed it down the toilet.

Poorfags need to understand that money isn't as relative as people generally think. The idea of, "he's a billionaire, $1000 is nothing to him," is fallacious thinking. The money, it's purchasing power, and it's value is the same for two people - one rich, and one broke - in the same area. It's the same $1000. One is just more responsible with it than the other. Rich people appear tighter and stingier with their money because they understand the value of it better. They don't look at $1000 and think, "what can I spend this on," but rather, "what can this $1000 do for me."
I swear sometimes I read posts and think some people don’t know about damage prevention. If you know you have fucked with your pics and lied about height which are two elements that we know foids can’t look past, how the fuck do you expect to just turn up and get laid. Especially when you’re autistic as fuck and can’t even hold a conversation it makes no sense putting yourself in this situation to then come cry about it on here:lul:
 
I swear sometimes I read posts and think some people don’t know about damage prevention. If you know you have fucked with your pics and lied about height which are two elements that we know foids can’t look past, how the fuck do you expect to just turn up and get laid. Especially when you’re autistic as fuck and can’t even hold a conversation it makes no sense putting yourself in this situation to then come cry about it on here:lul:
Good point. I don't know, I'm not defending his autism. I already shit on him for being a cuck and paying for her food in the anticipation of sex.
 
Pays for a roastie's free, expensive meal, and an extra to take home, in the hopes of getting some pussy crumbs. Then he goes home to cry in his pillow.

What a blue pilled fag.

I would have left the cunt after the skating and cut my losses when I saw that she was colder to me than the ice I was skating on.
Don't be too harsh on him. He's probably just starting and still has hope.

Foids abusing dates just to get free food is very common.
You should've known that and cancel the date after she didn't give you IOIs while iceskating.
 
Don't be too harsh on him. He's probably just starting and still has hope.

Foids abusing dates just to get free food is very common.
You should've known that and cancel the date after she didn't give you IOIs while iceskating.
Yes, you're right, it is common. I come from the tough love school of thought and believe that the harshest lessons are experienced, not taught, and that people should be reminded of them instead of comforted. It builds character, but it does have a small risk of breaking the person down.
 
She got the meat she wanted from you, and she will swipe on Tinder for the meat she wants later.
 
Larp why bother making fake stories up to exacerbate how much of a loser you are? We already know you’re a loser that’s why you’re here with the rest of us:chad:
Sorry I'm not a broke motherfucker like you. I don't need to larp about this.
Did you discuss the Cesaro Swing?
No, we talked about Day 1 and the Brock v. Roman match. Well, I talked about it; she was nodding along.
Why complain about $180 then. You couldn’t even pay a literal escort who’s job it is to spend time with people like us to spend time with any of us for that price. Never mind believing a normal foid would spend time AND fuck us for $180:feelsclown: clown if you think otherwise you simp
£180 for the date, you fucking dumbass, which is more $180. Ever heard about currency conversions?

And she ordered a second steak worth £62 afterwards. And I also paid for ice skating plus an ice slide. All in all I was out £320 that night.

Escorts here charge £120 an hour on average. So I could have easily gone that route three times over. And, like I say, the money's not an issue.

I'm ugly but I'm not a retard like you. I have a career worth speaking of. Plus I'm 23 and things are only getting better.

If it makes you feel better about being poor, please go on ragecoping.
 
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Pays for a roastie's free, expensive meal, and an extra to take home, in the hopes of getting some pussy crumbs. Then he goes home to cry in his pillow.

What a blue pilled fag.

I would have left the cunt after the skating and cut my losses when I saw that she was colder to me than the ice I was skating on.
He should do it again but this time just dine and dash and leave her with the bill :society:
 
He should do it again but this time just dine and dash and leave her with the bill :society:
:feelsthink::bigbrain:

Better yet, tell the waiter right at the end to split the bill after she thinks she's getting a free meal. He doesn't even have to say anything at the start, because the entitled hole is likely to just assume he's going to pay. The look on her face would be worth the cost of your food.:feelskek:
 
:feelsthink::bigbrain:

Better yet, tell the waiter right at the end to split the bill after she thinks she's getting a free meal. He doesn't even have to say anything at the start, because the entitled hole is likely to just assume he's going to pay. The look on her face would be worth the cost of your food.:feelskek:
I would only recommend this if you're low-inhib enough to do that face to face and stand your ground

OP doesnt exactly sound high T enough to do this and will most likely cave to a hole's outrage or begging :feelsugh:

So he's better off running away all together from a dine and dash, so it doesn't blow up in his face :bigbrain:
 
You would think a low income retail foid might show some interest in someone with money but it's always the same; Alpha Fux, Beta Bux.
 
I would've snuck off and left her with the bill
 
I'm fairly moneymaxxed for my working-class town, especially since I work remotely and make an American-level salary. You may know that UK salaries are way lower. I thought splurging money on a bitch would make her at least feel indebted and obliged to give me pussy. The fact is it doesn't. And I've realised this because I blew £180 (USD 238) on a date and got absolutely nothing for my troubles. I didn't even get her revulsion hidden from my face. It's not the first time this has happened and, granted, I'm an idiot.

I found the girl on Tinder, only after photoshopping my pics and fibbing about my height. I immediately led with us going to one of the best restaurants in the city, and she had "retail worker" in her bio so I knew she couldn't afford it. My plan was to betabuxx a poor foid like her, hopefully get laid, and then ghost her. Even with all the theatrics and deceptions, I've realised I have no hope in hell of keeping a conversation going beyond three exchanges. I just have to lead with her self-interest if I want any traction. She was hesitant at first but I threw in ice skating and she agreed. Of course, this is all pretty pricey for a working-class person, especially on the same night.

So we met up and I could tell she was immediately disappointed but she made an effort to only show maybe half her disgust. We went ice skating first and she didn't know how to do it well but I did so I asked to hold her while she learnt. I tried to be funny about it but it came off cringy and socially inept. She said she can learn by herrself in a sort of forced cute-sounding way but with some sternness in her voice. Then she left me and pretty much enjoyed the experience with no thought of me.

It was only as our session was ending that she came and asked, "So we are going for dinner, now?" And I nodded like a bitch instead of saying "No!" and cutting my losses. I don't know. I thought I still had a chance. We went for dinner and she ordered the most expensive steak on the menu and a bottle of fairly pricey wine. I was excited at the prospect of her getting drunk -- by her own accord and without my encouragement -- maybe making her consider things in my favour. And, I thought to myself, if she's spending this recklessly, she must be planning to offer me something in return.

Everything started off awkward with us both glancing at our phones every few seconds. I couldn't think of anything to say. As I got drunk I started opening up more, but only to talk about my autistic interests such as WWE. We had our food and she ate like a pig before asking for a second helping. I was shocked any woman can eat like this, but I found out the second helping -- a 1Kg ribeye steak meant for two to share-- was actually to go. Ok, I thought, I suppose she wants to have breakfast in the morning. I'd strategically let slip that my place is nearby and I have a 43-inch TV with Dolby Vision and Dolby Atmos. The last part seemed to intrigue her.

As we are getting up to leave, I can't think of anything to say to lead the conversation in the desired direction. I just blurt out: I guess we are going back to mine. She nonchalantly says she has to work in the morning, without the slightest bit of remorse or shame. I tried bargaining and asking her to come just for an hour to finish our conversation. This was a lousy thing to say as "our conversation" had been nothing more than a series of start-and-stop random topics that never got anywhere or aroused any excitement. I've let the alcohol inspire too many fantasies and I'm diamonds at this stage. I want her. I need to feel the inside of a woman. Tonight's the night. Otherwise, why'd she rinse me?

She insists that she can't come over even just for a second. Then she looks at her phone and says it's quite late so she needs to get going. I was dumbstruck at this point and said a muffled bye. She went in for a half-arsed hug and our torsos and crotches didn't even meet. I guess that was something. With that she turns her back walks away, never turning again to wave a cute, if perfunctory, goodbye --untouched 1Kg ribeye steak in her bag.

I walked a few minutes to my sweet-smelling luxury city centre apartment, where I collapsed into my pillow and cried uncontrollably for hours. It wasn't the money that hurt me. I have nothing to spend it on besides body-destroying copes anyway. It was that, after giving her such an experience that was clearly new to her, she still couldn't give me a full hug, let alone the spicier stuff. God knows Chad need not spend anything. It is her who would steal and forage and beg just for one round with Chad. It may come across as if I was too presumptive. I wasn't. We had unmistakably suggestive conversations before we met, and there had been more than a few hints about how the night would progress.

Of course, I now understand that I was simply a mark who got played.

I hope that steak gives her food poisoning. It will also be my final time doing something so stupid. I should have transacted with an escort instead. At least they have a better understanding of service level agreements and they're more honest. I denounce foids and if I see one starving in the street, I will do nothing to help. I will never smile in a foid's direction again. I won't devote another second of my time to one. I will not do anyone any harm but it is also my right to decide that I will never relieve a woman of either the slightest inconvenience or acute suffering.

As always, thank you for your support and perspective.
I've been saying foid female psychological behavior or human nature is that of a prostitute for decades now, you have now learned a valuable lesson going forth into the future, and believe me when I say this, they're all like this. :feelsjuice: :yes:
 
I'm fairly moneymaxxed for my working-class town, especially since I work remotely and make an American-level salary. You may know that UK salaries are way lower. I thought splurging money on a bitch would make her at least feel indebted and obliged to give me pussy. The fact is it doesn't. And I've realised this because I blew £180 (USD 238) on a date and got absolutely nothing for my troubles. I didn't even get her revulsion hidden from my face. It's not the first time this has happened and, granted, I'm an idiot.

I found the girl on Tinder, only after photoshopping my pics and fibbing about my height. I immediately led with us going to one of the best restaurants in the city, and she had "retail worker" in her bio so I knew she couldn't afford it. My plan was to betabuxx a poor foid like her, hopefully get laid, and then ghost her. Even with all the theatrics and deceptions, I've realised I have no hope in hell of keeping a conversation going beyond three exchanges. I just have to lead with her self-interest if I want any traction. She was hesitant at first but I threw in ice skating and she agreed. Of course, this is all pretty pricey for a working-class person, especially on the same night.

So we met up and I could tell she was immediately disappointed but she made an effort to only show maybe half her disgust. We went ice skating first and she didn't know how to do it well but I did so I asked to hold her while she learnt. I tried to be funny about it but it came off cringy and socially inept. She said she can learn by herrself in a sort of forced cute-sounding way but with some sternness in her voice. Then she left me and pretty much enjoyed the experience with no thought of me.

It was only as our session was ending that she came and asked, "So we are going for dinner, now?" And I nodded like a bitch instead of saying "No!" and cutting my losses. I don't know. I thought I still had a chance. We went for dinner and she ordered the most expensive steak on the menu and a bottle of fairly pricey wine. I was excited at the prospect of her getting drunk -- by her own accord and without my encouragement -- maybe making her consider things in my favour. And, I thought to myself, if she's spending this recklessly, she must be planning to offer me something in return.

Everything started off awkward with us both glancing at our phones every few seconds. I couldn't think of anything to say. As I got drunk I started opening up more, but only to talk about my autistic interests such as WWE. We had our food and she ate like a pig before asking for a second helping. I was shocked any woman can eat like this, but I found out the second helping -- a 1Kg ribeye steak meant for two to share-- was actually to go. Ok, I thought, I suppose she wants to have breakfast in the morning. I'd strategically let slip that my place is nearby and I have a 43-inch TV with Dolby Vision and Dolby Atmos. The last part seemed to intrigue her.

As we are getting up to leave, I can't think of anything to say to lead the conversation in the desired direction. I just blurt out: I guess we are going back to mine. She nonchalantly says she has to work in the morning, without the slightest bit of remorse or shame. I tried bargaining and asking her to come just for an hour to finish our conversation. This was a lousy thing to say as "our conversation" had been nothing more than a series of start-and-stop random topics that never got anywhere or aroused any excitement. I've let the alcohol inspire too many fantasies and I'm diamonds at this stage. I want her. I need to feel the inside of a woman. Tonight's the night. Otherwise, why'd she rinse me?

She insists that she can't come over even just for a second. Then she looks at her phone and says it's quite late so she needs to get going. I was dumbstruck at this point and said a muffled bye. She went in for a half-arsed hug and our torsos and crotches didn't even meet. I guess that was something. With that she turns her back walks away, never turning again to wave a cute, if perfunctory, goodbye --untouched 1Kg ribeye steak in her bag.

I walked a few minutes to my sweet-smelling luxury city centre apartment, where I collapsed into my pillow and cried uncontrollably for hours. It wasn't the money that hurt me. I have nothing to spend it on besides body-destroying copes anyway. It was that, after giving her such an experience that was clearly new to her, she still couldn't give me a full hug, let alone the spicier stuff. God knows Chad need not spend anything. It is her who would steal and forage and beg just for one round with Chad. It may come across as if I was too presumptive. I wasn't. We had unmistakably suggestive conversations before we met, and there had been more than a few hints about how the night would progress.

Of course, I now understand that I was simply a mark who got played.

I hope that steak gives her food poisoning. It will also be my final time doing something so stupid. I should have transacted with an escort instead. At least they have a better understanding of service level agreements and they're more honest. I denounce foids and if I see one starving in the street, I will do nothing to help. I will never smile in a foid's direction again. I won't devote another second of my time to one. I will not do anyone any harm but it is also my right to decide that I will never relieve a woman of either the slightest inconvenience or acute suffering.

As always, thank you for your support and perspective.

Date moggs me :feelsrope::feelsrope:

If by chance you ever go on a date again, play this song:


View: https://soundcloud.com/the1eggwhite/over-4-u-hoes-prod-nine-easeaebeats


Brought to you by St Egg White himself.:feelskek::feelskek:
 
We have millionaires and other moneymaxxed richfags here, as well as six-figure careercels.

Keep fucking coping, greynigger.
thats fucked considering im great value walmart poor burgercel
 

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