i naturally assume everyone is better looking than me, so it puzzles me why people would put their chips on trying to fuck the same people on a message board for years at a time. I mean shit...dating sites, escorts, bars. Theres a million options.
Im a gigantic faggot though so maybe i just dont u derstand desperation and the male psyche.
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wariat doesnt know what its like to have a transcendent experience with the opposite sex bc hes always frothy about some chick hes never talked to, and those that he does talk do hate him within a couple hours.
I remember having sex with a girl who i ended up dating briefly- on this winding highway over Angeles Forest. It was like 1 am and the city lights were just stretched out in front of us like a blanket. I was on like 4g of shrooms and a couple bumps of good coke and everything around me felt like it was melting and swirling like those spinning tubes you walk throuh at amusement parks n shit. Felt like the lights and the stars just wrapped around us, and we were in space in the dirt on a cliff u der the watchful eyes of the universe. Nothing felt rushed or forced or routine.The entire time she was looking me in the eyes or running her fingers through my hair, kissing me. It was a super strange feeling, but it was nice. I felt that man/woman thing. We were playing to our roles like billions of people before us.
Then I came. And she kissed me and rolled over and let me play bongos on her asscheeks.
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I always get weird junkie ptsd when i stay up all night. I cant even fucking count how many nights i watched the light between the blinds turn from black to blue. And looked hopelessly at the clock on my phone. And curled in the fetal position rocking back and forth and cooking twice cooked cottons or smoking filthy moldy resin with the mycellium branched out i to the tube like obscene snowflakes or bits of nondescript crusty black goo intermingled with strands of nylon from having been hurriedly and inelegantly snipped from the carpet. Peeling back layers of clothes. Too cold. Too hot. staring at the phone praying for anyone to text. Blankly watching old movies. Earbuds in, covers over my head. Skin prickling, heart racing, fabric rubbing against my body like a raspy tongue. I remembered it was remarkable i could smell the honeysuckle vine two houses down. I could smell the dryer sheets of someone whod gotten up early to do laundry, Grass. Dew. Old spice deordorant. Dirty dishes. Dirty clothes. Burnt foils. Cocaine. The smell of the 20 dollar bills id been counting meticulously since 1am like a marooned man rationing his last supplies. After laying there for 13 or so hours, and after 8 or 9 calls, and a vague promise of time and place - finally MY phone would ring. Somehow that was the best and worst part. Knowing it would be over, and tugging on a less sweaty t shirt a sweatshirt. And then looking in the mirror and realizing i was smiling, beaming, and then realizing why. I never smiled.
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Originally posted by MexicanMasterRace
I love it. I don't know who ANY of the people ANY of them talk about because they all use first names. I don't know who Paige is. I don't know who heather is. I don't know who Janine is, or Sally, or whoever the fuck. I only know larry because its in his name. The rest of them (except for mommy dearest of course) are all NPC's and need to have an orgy and get over it.
it makes me feel the same way i did when id do a bunch of heroin and ativan and watch jurassic park, and id nod out 15 min in, and wake up to jeff goldblum waving at the t rex. And id be like GODDAMNIT and rewind. Only to have the same thing happen 7 more times.
Its like that.
or the shittiest, most poorly produced Quibi Original fantasy island-esque dating show.
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I dont think theyll give hima pass. He just spends the whole time editing awkward pornography in mspaint and mumbling about jedis and handsome and well tanned individuals. It makes the librarians and homeless people uncomfortable
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