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I'm expecting this to get 0 replies but I'll write it out anyway.
I met this girl off a website where you basically pay the girl for a date (I know, tell me to kms). This was before my surgeries and I was a weak chinned beta giga cuck halo'd only by my height and physique.
For our first date, I was not sure what do expect. I had suspicions I was getting stacyfished so I kept my expectations literally subzero. Her photos were amazing. Honestly, people on this site have a skewed vision of beauty but trust me. Perfect angelic face like a real life anime, huge tits but not too huge, and a skinny yet somehow curvy figure at the same time. The only reason I thought this wasn't a catfish is I managed to find her socials from the clues she had given me from talking back and forth on the phone. But even then I was skeptical af. Some people catifsh with social media too
I forgot to mention our meeting point was at a luxury hotel, the kind that costs $1k per night ( yeah I'm kinda rich... actually super rich, but everyone online always yells larp so forget about that it as it's not important). We had arranged to meet in the bar of the hotel. So anyway, she walks in/ Holy fuck bros. If it was possible she was even better than the pics. In motion she was a fucking dream. sometimes in situations like this I get intimidated, but in this particular scenario the opposite happened and I felt an aura of unstoppable confidence wash over me like a tsunami.
I noticed she hadn't put in any effort with her appearance. Like negative effort. She was still wearing her work clothes, her hair looked a little messy, I even noticed a small stain on her jeans - not a cum stain before you ask.
Anyway, we drink and shoot the shit for 2 hours. There was no awkward pauses, just legit vibing off each over from smart conversation to witty jokes, the whole thing just flowed smooth af. She was pretty big brained (attended the top uni in my country) and if you hadn't realized from my posts I'm basically a low-key genius so we clicked well in that regard. Finally I try asking if she wants to continue upstairs, but she rejected me so I thought gg we're done. So we say good night and that's it but as a mini plot twist I get her a text from her about an hour later saying she had fun and would like to do it again.
Fast-forwarding a bit since this is turning into a walll of text: next meetup, shit actually happens. next time we actually end up smashing. I was peak autist nervous af as I hadn't done it in a long while and she was a literal giga stacy IRL. I was paranoid I might not go hard. But I shouldn't have worried, the animal caveman part of my brain took over and it all became auto-pilot. Her body was divine, I'd seen bodies like hers before but never touched one, especially not like this. It was like an overload of my senses just to explore it, a legit 10/10 body attached to a 10/10 face with a 10/10 brain inside
so, skipping more filler episodes we started smashing on the regular about once a week. Mind you, I am paying for every date. And every date ended up with us smashing. I found out she was heavily in debt and that was why she was doing it. One day out of nowhere she also told me she was developing feelings for me. The bp in me was unsure if this was legit and assumed it was some kind of manipulation tactic. so I said "alright then, how about you stop charging me and we just hang out?" lol. Basically waterworks get activated, we have a big argument and she nuked all contact with me on every platform. So I figure gg, it was all obviously about money. Obviously.
I sank into a deep deep depression, the likes of which I'd never known before. Like black hole had sucked my soul in and I had 0 motivation to do fucking anything. Even raising my lips to form a half smile at something felt like an olympic effort. I was super into her. Not just her face and body and sex, but everything. Nothing was helping me cope. Every day felt like doom.
So imagine my surprise after a few days of radio silence, completely out of the blue, a notification pops up - "can we me meet?". My heart nearly sperged out of it's ribcage. I tried with every fiber of my being to play it cool and not reply straight away but I lasted about 5 minutes before I text back "yes! When??". We meet THAT NIGHT. Which for us was different, it was normally arranged a few days in advance. She tells me, we can see each other and I won't pay her anymore.
I couldn't fucking believe it. I thought I had won the lottery. I was exploding inside with happiness. I'd just gone from the lowest low to the highest high. What was she even seeing in me. But she said, she had something big to confess to me that she had been keeping as a dark secret from me. Immediately I said:
"You got a kid?"
"No."
"Boyfreind then?"
"No..." (but there was hesitation.... a small pause and my autism tuned in immediately.)
"... you got a husband???????"
She looks me deadass straight in the eyes and says "I'm sorry... yes, I have a fucking husband." it is kinda weird because I had no right yet I felt such betrayal and anger.
Btw, I just want to say something, this whole story is 100% true. I don't larp and i don't copypasta bullshit. You can check my profile history. This is all real. I'm not even sure why I'm typing it all out, maybe I'm using it as therapy.
I haven't even got to the bit where she becomes my genuine girlfriend and then we break up... and now she's texted me after all these years. My food is here I'll write the rest when I get back
I met this girl off a website where you basically pay the girl for a date (I know, tell me to kms). This was before my surgeries and I was a weak chinned beta giga cuck halo'd only by my height and physique.
For our first date, I was not sure what do expect. I had suspicions I was getting stacyfished so I kept my expectations literally subzero. Her photos were amazing. Honestly, people on this site have a skewed vision of beauty but trust me. Perfect angelic face like a real life anime, huge tits but not too huge, and a skinny yet somehow curvy figure at the same time. The only reason I thought this wasn't a catfish is I managed to find her socials from the clues she had given me from talking back and forth on the phone. But even then I was skeptical af. Some people catifsh with social media too
I forgot to mention our meeting point was at a luxury hotel, the kind that costs $1k per night ( yeah I'm kinda rich... actually super rich, but everyone online always yells larp so forget about that it as it's not important). We had arranged to meet in the bar of the hotel. So anyway, she walks in/ Holy fuck bros. If it was possible she was even better than the pics. In motion she was a fucking dream. sometimes in situations like this I get intimidated, but in this particular scenario the opposite happened and I felt an aura of unstoppable confidence wash over me like a tsunami.
I noticed she hadn't put in any effort with her appearance. Like negative effort. She was still wearing her work clothes, her hair looked a little messy, I even noticed a small stain on her jeans - not a cum stain before you ask.
Anyway, we drink and shoot the shit for 2 hours. There was no awkward pauses, just legit vibing off each over from smart conversation to witty jokes, the whole thing just flowed smooth af. She was pretty big brained (attended the top uni in my country) and if you hadn't realized from my posts I'm basically a low-key genius so we clicked well in that regard. Finally I try asking if she wants to continue upstairs, but she rejected me so I thought gg we're done. So we say good night and that's it but as a mini plot twist I get her a text from her about an hour later saying she had fun and would like to do it again.
Fast-forwarding a bit since this is turning into a walll of text: next meetup, shit actually happens. next time we actually end up smashing. I was peak autist nervous af as I hadn't done it in a long while and she was a literal giga stacy IRL. I was paranoid I might not go hard. But I shouldn't have worried, the animal caveman part of my brain took over and it all became auto-pilot. Her body was divine, I'd seen bodies like hers before but never touched one, especially not like this. It was like an overload of my senses just to explore it, a legit 10/10 body attached to a 10/10 face with a 10/10 brain inside
so, skipping more filler episodes we started smashing on the regular about once a week. Mind you, I am paying for every date. And every date ended up with us smashing. I found out she was heavily in debt and that was why she was doing it. One day out of nowhere she also told me she was developing feelings for me. The bp in me was unsure if this was legit and assumed it was some kind of manipulation tactic. so I said "alright then, how about you stop charging me and we just hang out?" lol. Basically waterworks get activated, we have a big argument and she nuked all contact with me on every platform. So I figure gg, it was all obviously about money. Obviously.
I sank into a deep deep depression, the likes of which I'd never known before. Like black hole had sucked my soul in and I had 0 motivation to do fucking anything. Even raising my lips to form a half smile at something felt like an olympic effort. I was super into her. Not just her face and body and sex, but everything. Nothing was helping me cope. Every day felt like doom.
So imagine my surprise after a few days of radio silence, completely out of the blue, a notification pops up - "can we me meet?". My heart nearly sperged out of it's ribcage. I tried with every fiber of my being to play it cool and not reply straight away but I lasted about 5 minutes before I text back "yes! When??". We meet THAT NIGHT. Which for us was different, it was normally arranged a few days in advance. She tells me, we can see each other and I won't pay her anymore.
I couldn't fucking believe it. I thought I had won the lottery. I was exploding inside with happiness. I'd just gone from the lowest low to the highest high. What was she even seeing in me. But she said, she had something big to confess to me that she had been keeping as a dark secret from me. Immediately I said:
"You got a kid?"
"No."
"Boyfreind then?"
"No..." (but there was hesitation.... a small pause and my autism tuned in immediately.)
"... you got a husband???????"
She looks me deadass straight in the eyes and says "I'm sorry... yes, I have a fucking husband." it is kinda weird because I had no right yet I felt such betrayal and anger.
Btw, I just want to say something, this whole story is 100% true. I don't larp and i don't copypasta bullshit. You can check my profile history. This is all real. I'm not even sure why I'm typing it all out, maybe I'm using it as therapy.
I haven't even got to the bit where she becomes my genuine girlfriend and then we break up... and now she's texted me after all these years. My food is here I'll write the rest when I get back
