Today i tried my luck into "legit" dating, once again. I "lost", or maybe to be precise, i "made a very bad couple of investments" (two dates in the same evening), which led me to loosing 200 euros in half a night without achieving anything. Girls my age are terrible gold diggers and good liars; they keep giving you false hopes, freeloading on you and leeching you dry, only to find a stupid excuse and dump you in cold waters, when realizing you don't have a good car to drive them home, you have no more infinite cash in your wallet and probably, you cannot be as extravagant as in the first date, in each and every next one.
Somehow, i am very happy, though. I hate money, especially hoarding them. With emphasis on "I HATE MONEY"! Goddammit! I spent them, that's good, i won't miss them. Then, those stooges i wasted them on, are very certain to hit on an experienced man next and he hands their ash to them on his d*ck, without lubricant. I sniffed it on them, they had the air of the sl*t but they chose to f*ck my savings, instead of me. Somehow, i am good with that, too.
Why? Oh, yes... Because, this will become my moral and karmic leverage. My excuse to utilize my irresistible skills, and keep doing what i do best. Hit on certain targets that find my aura and touch irresistible; while an expensive car, a good job, a steady income and expensive dates mean nothing to them, as of yet. F*ck morals, laws and goody-two-shoesness. Why the hell did i feel the urgent need to go after a "normal" date, come again?
Post edited August 27, 2015 by KiNgBrAdLeY7