Casual Sex [Whoring Review]
Before I go on, I'd like to say that I have only almost had it, so I will review it based on where it ended, as it never really took place, but given how bad it was up until then, it must suck even more during it, so trust me. I know what I'm talking about. ;)
"Casual sex is for the weak and needy." - mus
"Well, what can I say? Based on his tattoos and her sense of (or lack thereof) fashion, I think it's safe to say these people aren't the best decision makers around." - mus
It was winter, I was distressed and I "wanted" something, but what was it that I wanted? Was it the slutty, gooey promiscuity encounters almost everyone seems to be "enjoying" nowadays without any sense of regret? Well, I'll just say this post will confirm one thing or two regarding just that. I had met this girl on Omegle.com, believe it or not! She popped up, we talked, we exchanged personal details, and it was all set up and done! She was pretty, yes, and she was... struck with some quality in regions where only years of heavy squatting could ever give us guys the same thing that she was blessed with. What I'm trying to say is that this female looked very good indeed. However (and that's a big however) she was "playful" on the intimate side in relation to men, but due to my oh so infamous "period of distress" (which I've talked about many times), I went along anyway, despite knowing this very significant detail about said individual as well as all the red flags which could be seen all the way from the moon. Oh did I make a big mistake giving in to my very needy feelings, but still, I do empathize and sympathize with this former self, because one's true self should always be respected. This does not mean I agree with "his" decisions back then, because I don't.
"Casual sex kills. This woman had it right after this photo. She died a week later." - mus
Then we met, and she gave me compliments immediately, telling me how good-looking I was and how accurate the computer screen portrayed me (yay...) The next second we were in my car, her already beginning to undress. She stated "I'm going to show you my pussy", completely ruling out even asking me whether there was any desire going on for me, because there wasn't. It was as if she had deleted me from the whole equation in this peculiar, human interaction. It was all about her desire, because that's what insane women do, right? They choose when to have sex. Not us. As I was weak as a half-eaten ant, I did not say no (which is very embarrassing to admit), and she did many things using words, including phrases like "can't you try fucking me?" Wow. There's nothing hotter than a woman asking you to fuck her... Not! Fuck. This was years ago, but just typing it gives me the creeps. She then continued by telling me about her previous sexual encounters, because boy is it fun to listen how many and what kind of dicks have resided inside her vaginal area, presumably having spewed bodily fluids in it, on it, next to it, and wherever the hell. People who even consider giving hints that they've even had previous "fucks" lack some serious empathy, in my belief and opinion. Anyone who is not either gay or bisexual wouldn't in a million years be able to "get it up" after hearing about something as sick and twisted as that. You will be fucking each and every single one of the girl's previous "fucks", you will touch their dicks, and, most obviously, your dick will touch the very same walls of sugar that each and everyone of the earlier guys' dicks did. Does that sound inviting to you? You be the judge.
"Society needs to teach women how to know when a guy doesn't want sex to counteract rape culture." - mus
Needless to say, I did not go through with it. There was zero arousal, zero attraction. Frankly, all I could think about was whether I had consumed the right amount of protein on that particular day, because I had trained really hard earlier in the morning, and I had another session the following day. I didn't care about naked pussies, I didn't care about some foreign breasts which I looked at (which I regret doing, because breasts are holy to me, and the act of randomly looking at some stranger's bags of milk ruins the wonders of this godly, female creation,) and I sure as hell did not fucking care about having any form of sex in any sense of the friggin' word! No, all I wanted was to drive back home, have a rest from this ungodly day, have a juicy meal of full grain bread, go to sleep, and wake up refreshed the next morning. I removed her number and blocked her everywhere. It was a good feeling not worrying about that crap anymore. I highly recommend removing all promiscuous people from your life!
And so continued my journey of loneliness, because being alone is 1 000 000 times better than this thing they call "casual sex". Trust me, I know (this is not sarcasm!)
Rating:
Pleasure: 0/10
Fun: 0/10
Smell: 0/10
Satisfaction: -5/10
Stats:
Side-Effects: A miserable, fucking life
Price: Your entire life
Learning curve: Complete waste of precious time
Score: 0/10
Summary: If you feel like having sex, then don't have casual sex. It sucks ass. You don't want to be doing that shit, because 1) it sucks, and 2) it sucks. Attraction is something that is built up both from strong and moral character, both in girls and guys, a sense of continuity in terms of personality and actions, , and, of course, physical attraction. Don't get me wrong. You can't date girls you're not attracted to, but it can come with time (or so I've heard.)
Analyze your intentions and understand them, because you might be with a person for the wrong reasons, which might actually be absolutely insane reasons which will tear your soul apart. Luckily it didn't go that far in my case, which I thank the gods for every night I go to bed, but most people have it, and it always seems like the people that do engage in casual sex generally are quite nihilistic and depressed with an obvious rejection of consistent moral principles. Whether they are absent as a result of promiscuous behavior, or if the promiscuity is a result of them not being there in the first place is a discussion for another time, but I think it's quite obvious having every single person in your favorite nightclub isn't going to help you in the realm of personal ethics.
