EscortCels, let's talk about the elephant in the room.
Escortceling is a good cope....once out of 10..literally and barely exagerating.
So actually no, it's a terrible cope. Especially for guys like us.
Normies, Chads and divorced men who got to live a normal dating/sex life with a partner once, It might be a pretty good deal for them since they got to experience sex in a loving relationships and mutual intimacy. They got to experience the real thing and they don't give a fuck about it anymore.
However for genetic trash like us, it's often more and more depressing each time we do it. Saying it's a good cope is like advising a near suicidal depressed guy to take Cocaine to forget his misery; it mostly and often reminds more how trash of a human being you are.
There's always that little rush moment when you're online and browsing the bio/pics of the girls. Since most of us are broke, we often spend time trying to find the best deals: a not so disfigured/obese foid with a moderate price.
Then you start texting her. All of the silly cuck questions about her rates, if she kisses, she hugs, she kicks you out after you nut. You know damn well that normies and normal looking guys never had to ask those kind of cuckawful questions when theyre about to fuck.
Then somehow, you actually decide to go. You grab the dollars bills from the ATM and you heart starts to rush...You start sweating.
''Am I really going to spend 150+$ for a couple of minutes of loveless fucking??''
It's always that uncertainty of if you're going to enjoy your time for the money you're spending even though you know damn well, the return on that investment is godawful.
Then you get there.
Then there's this awful moment when she opens the door with a cold face and she usually looks even uglier and fatter than in her pictures, hell sometimes you can see that it's not even the same girl.
A couple of times now, I got to leave straight up when I saw them before regretting my decision....but other times, the need of a warm human touch is so necessary that you end up not even caring and you just give the money.
You know that instant regret when you fapped to fucked up porn? Well, here it's usually tenfold worse and rarely stay after the first nut because of the shame and awkwardness...
Even worse is that moment when you done your Incel deed and while going back home, you see it everywhere, in the street, in the bus ride, the subway; all of the fucking couples kissing, walking, holding hands together, like normal poeple, enjoying life in their proper way, all taller and way sexier than you know you will ever be, all mogging you with their smile, head full of hair, knowing damn well that those people fuck on a daily basis with passion and endless kissing,
Reminding you over and over gain that at nearly 30 years of age, you NEVER got to experience this and you probably never will, even though, you did try to get this when you were younger.
Honestly, sometimes a quick fap at home really is the better choice.
Escortceling is a good cope....once out of 10..literally and barely exagerating.
So actually no, it's a terrible cope. Especially for guys like us.
Normies, Chads and divorced men who got to live a normal dating/sex life with a partner once, It might be a pretty good deal for them since they got to experience sex in a loving relationships and mutual intimacy. They got to experience the real thing and they don't give a fuck about it anymore.
However for genetic trash like us, it's often more and more depressing each time we do it. Saying it's a good cope is like advising a near suicidal depressed guy to take Cocaine to forget his misery; it mostly and often reminds more how trash of a human being you are.
There's always that little rush moment when you're online and browsing the bio/pics of the girls. Since most of us are broke, we often spend time trying to find the best deals: a not so disfigured/obese foid with a moderate price.
Then you start texting her. All of the silly cuck questions about her rates, if she kisses, she hugs, she kicks you out after you nut. You know damn well that normies and normal looking guys never had to ask those kind of cuckawful questions when theyre about to fuck.
Then somehow, you actually decide to go. You grab the dollars bills from the ATM and you heart starts to rush...You start sweating.
''Am I really going to spend 150+$ for a couple of minutes of loveless fucking??''
It's always that uncertainty of if you're going to enjoy your time for the money you're spending even though you know damn well, the return on that investment is godawful.
Then you get there.
Then there's this awful moment when she opens the door with a cold face and she usually looks even uglier and fatter than in her pictures, hell sometimes you can see that it's not even the same girl.
A couple of times now, I got to leave straight up when I saw them before regretting my decision....but other times, the need of a warm human touch is so necessary that you end up not even caring and you just give the money.
You know that instant regret when you fapped to fucked up porn? Well, here it's usually tenfold worse and rarely stay after the first nut because of the shame and awkwardness...
Even worse is that moment when you done your Incel deed and while going back home, you see it everywhere, in the street, in the bus ride, the subway; all of the fucking couples kissing, walking, holding hands together, like normal poeple, enjoying life in their proper way, all taller and way sexier than you know you will ever be, all mogging you with their smile, head full of hair, knowing damn well that those people fuck on a daily basis with passion and endless kissing,
Reminding you over and over gain that at nearly 30 years of age, you NEVER got to experience this and you probably never will, even though, you did try to get this when you were younger.
Honestly, sometimes a quick fap at home really is the better choice.
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