
sorrowfulsad
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READ THE BOLD TEXT AT THE END IF YOU WANT THE SHORT VERSION AND MY MAIN POINTS I WANT TO SHARE
The title is not clickbait by the way
I messaged a random girl and asked her the most grotesque question one could imagine. Before she even knew my name, I said,
“Would you sleep with me for one thousand euros?”
Translation for the non Germancels:
I: hey, quick question
she: Yeah?
I: Would you want to get 1000€ for one night of fun? Just see it as pocket money, not like something you’d have to earn
she: And what would I have to do
I: Imagine the worst sex you’ve ever had in your life but this time, you would get 1000€ for it haha
I: though with us, I think it wouldn’t be that bad
she: Who do you even think I am
I: chill bro, I just asked
The conversation kept going. She was bored, I was horny with my dick in my hand.
It was a serious proposition and its basically a dream or more of a fetish.
The reason I did it is more complicated than just to have sex with a becky. I could fuck 4-6 hookers for 1000€.
But let us focus on the fetish. Not one I am proud of. But I am obsessed with the idea of turning a butterfly, basically a girl who is not a sex worker at all and someone who is basically 'untouched', into someone who would accept money for something intimate. The appeal is not the sex itself. It is the shift. The fall. The redefinition of her values. I also listen to Kendrick Lamar and I love the phrase
'To Pimp a Butterfly'. I have no idea if this phrase actually means what I think it means but that is how I always interpreted it. Anyway, she reacted as expected. Sharp. Dismissive. Offended.
But I kept going. I wanted to know if I could steer the conversation, pull it somewhere else.
She said things like 'I am not for sale. I am not an object.'
I also told her a to imagine this scenario:
'Imagine the worst sex you have ever had. Now imagine getting one thousand euros for it. Does that not change something?'
It did not work.
So I tried to manipulate her and I asked,
'Why do you measure your worth by whether you are for sale or not? Would your value really vanish if you accepted money for something intimate? Or is it just the idea of it that feels wrong? What about chiropractors? Have they lost their value to you, because they are also in intimate situations with their customers?'
'But that is different.', she said.
I asked her if she can explain the difference to me and thats when we talked for hours about philosophy. Before I could steer the conversation back to the fact that I wanted to have sex with her she told me at 3 am 'Good night, lets talk tomorrow again'.
Still, somehow, we kept talking, even now 10 days later. And today, just recently, she and I planned a date. I told her my intentions are only romantic and I do not intend to have a friendship relationship with her. She told me that she hoped that was the case.
Again, I literally told her at the beginning of the conversation that I just want to fuck her JFL
Anyway, now I am here I wondering:
Can I move forward with her, knowing how I started all this?
Should I act as if it never happened?
Or walk away, knowing I already poisoned the beginning?
The title is not clickbait by the way
I messaged a random girl and asked her the most grotesque question one could imagine. Before she even knew my name, I said,
“Would you sleep with me for one thousand euros?”
Translation for the non Germancels:
I: hey, quick question

she: Yeah?
I: Would you want to get 1000€ for one night of fun? Just see it as pocket money, not like something you’d have to earn
she: And what would I have to do

I: Imagine the worst sex you’ve ever had in your life but this time, you would get 1000€ for it haha
I: though with us, I think it wouldn’t be that bad

she: Who do you even think I am
I: chill bro, I just asked
The conversation kept going. She was bored, I was horny with my dick in my hand.

It was a serious proposition and its basically a dream or more of a fetish.
The reason I did it is more complicated than just to have sex with a becky. I could fuck 4-6 hookers for 1000€.
But let us focus on the fetish. Not one I am proud of. But I am obsessed with the idea of turning a butterfly, basically a girl who is not a sex worker at all and someone who is basically 'untouched', into someone who would accept money for something intimate. The appeal is not the sex itself. It is the shift. The fall. The redefinition of her values. I also listen to Kendrick Lamar and I love the phrase
'To Pimp a Butterfly'. I have no idea if this phrase actually means what I think it means but that is how I always interpreted it. Anyway, she reacted as expected. Sharp. Dismissive. Offended.
But I kept going. I wanted to know if I could steer the conversation, pull it somewhere else.
She said things like 'I am not for sale. I am not an object.'
I also told her a to imagine this scenario:
'Imagine the worst sex you have ever had. Now imagine getting one thousand euros for it. Does that not change something?'
It did not work.
So I tried to manipulate her and I asked,
'Why do you measure your worth by whether you are for sale or not? Would your value really vanish if you accepted money for something intimate? Or is it just the idea of it that feels wrong? What about chiropractors? Have they lost their value to you, because they are also in intimate situations with their customers?'
'But that is different.', she said.
I asked her if she can explain the difference to me and thats when we talked for hours about philosophy. Before I could steer the conversation back to the fact that I wanted to have sex with her she told me at 3 am 'Good night, lets talk tomorrow again'.
Still, somehow, we kept talking, even now 10 days later. And today, just recently, she and I planned a date. I told her my intentions are only romantic and I do not intend to have a friendship relationship with her. She told me that she hoped that was the case.
Again, I literally told her at the beginning of the conversation that I just want to fuck her JFL
Anyway, now I am here I wondering:
Can I move forward with her, knowing how I started all this?
Should I act as if it never happened?
Or walk away, knowing I already poisoned the beginning?