Last weekend, I actually managed to meet up with a foid. I found her on a dating app, and it was suspiciously easy to convince her to come over, so naturally I thought that she would simply block me before we meet, like it has happened before. To my surprise, she actually showed up.
We went inside my apartment and sat down on my couch, starting to talk and getting to know each other. She was talking a lot, to the point I started paying less attention and simply nodding with my head, but among her yapping she casually dropped weird stories, including from her work, that low-key confirmed she isn't wife material. In one of said work stories, one of her co-workers, married with kids, attempted to open her bra while walking by her. In another story, outside of work, she was sunbathing without a top and, when a boat with guys came along and started going crazy over the view, she went for a swim and started playing water polo so she could "provoke them" by letting them see her tits jiggle up and down. Sounds like she's a whore, right? Well, she told me that she has a body count of 3, so that can't be, right?
We continued talking and started getting along well, surprisingly. We shared a similar music taste, she got a job where she makes a lot of money, more than I do with my college graduation (suspicious), and she planned to go to college as well. Sometime later, we talked about our red flags to see if there is anything that the other person would consider a no-go. You wouldn't believe how surprised I was when she told me that she doesn't mind any of my red flags. She doesn't mind that I'm into feet, she doesn't mind that I'm into mommy doms, she doesn't mind that I stopped brushing my teeth a while ago, ... it was like I hit a jackpot, if we ignore the stories she told.
In the evening, we started to cuddle. Female warmth, a dream come true. I even got to both see and touch her tits. And when I thought things couldn't get any better, she agreed to sleeping over. My first time sleeping next to a girl. Is this what Chad feels like every day?
Only one thing could have made this whole thing perfect - if she had let me fuck her. However, that didn't happen. Why? Because she, allegedly, has this rule where she doesn't fuck on the first date. We all know what that really means - that's a rule she would break for Chad in an instant. This hurt me. Things went so well and then this.
On the next day, Monday, I decided to ask her for a second date because, while she seems like a whore, this was the closest I ever got to feeling like Chad. I got ignored for the entire day. Until I got desperate and decided to blow up her phone. When she finally responded, she broke a new world record in the "women destroy edger0uter's mental health any% speedrun" category - she told me she has to ask her boss whether she can meet me again because usually she only meets with "men who are profitable for the business".
She's an actual whore. A hooker. She played with my feelings, pretending to like me, probably to get me to spend money on her eventually. Luckily, I didn't spend a penny on her.
This whole thing probably sounds made up, due to how crazy it sounds, but it did happen. Is there a coming back from this? Getting played by a hooker? I feel like I can only kms at this point.
We went inside my apartment and sat down on my couch, starting to talk and getting to know each other. She was talking a lot, to the point I started paying less attention and simply nodding with my head, but among her yapping she casually dropped weird stories, including from her work, that low-key confirmed she isn't wife material. In one of said work stories, one of her co-workers, married with kids, attempted to open her bra while walking by her. In another story, outside of work, she was sunbathing without a top and, when a boat with guys came along and started going crazy over the view, she went for a swim and started playing water polo so she could "provoke them" by letting them see her tits jiggle up and down. Sounds like she's a whore, right? Well, she told me that she has a body count of 3, so that can't be, right?
We continued talking and started getting along well, surprisingly. We shared a similar music taste, she got a job where she makes a lot of money, more than I do with my college graduation (suspicious), and she planned to go to college as well. Sometime later, we talked about our red flags to see if there is anything that the other person would consider a no-go. You wouldn't believe how surprised I was when she told me that she doesn't mind any of my red flags. She doesn't mind that I'm into feet, she doesn't mind that I'm into mommy doms, she doesn't mind that I stopped brushing my teeth a while ago, ... it was like I hit a jackpot, if we ignore the stories she told.
In the evening, we started to cuddle. Female warmth, a dream come true. I even got to both see and touch her tits. And when I thought things couldn't get any better, she agreed to sleeping over. My first time sleeping next to a girl. Is this what Chad feels like every day?
Only one thing could have made this whole thing perfect - if she had let me fuck her. However, that didn't happen. Why? Because she, allegedly, has this rule where she doesn't fuck on the first date. We all know what that really means - that's a rule she would break for Chad in an instant. This hurt me. Things went so well and then this.
On the next day, Monday, I decided to ask her for a second date because, while she seems like a whore, this was the closest I ever got to feeling like Chad. I got ignored for the entire day. Until I got desperate and decided to blow up her phone. When she finally responded, she broke a new world record in the "women destroy edger0uter's mental health any% speedrun" category - she told me she has to ask her boss whether she can meet me again because usually she only meets with "men who are profitable for the business".
She's an actual whore. A hooker. She played with my feelings, pretending to like me, probably to get me to spend money on her eventually. Luckily, I didn't spend a penny on her.
This whole thing probably sounds made up, due to how crazy it sounds, but it did happen. Is there a coming back from this? Getting played by a hooker? I feel like I can only kms at this point.
