People are Disgusting

So I’m having dinner with this girl, recent grad, overwhelmed by unemployment and she starts telling me this story about this guy who dicked her over…and then tells me I know him and who it is. It’s the same story about the same guy I’ve heard from three different women.

Each of these girls are pretty, not hot. Each have something redeeming about them. Each of them has stupidly had sex with a con artist who treated them like crap. Guy pulled the “getting serious” bit and then pulled away. It’s gross and nasty and kind of ruins the business of being a proper slut like myself because these fake sluts are out there.

Why am I a better whore than this guy? I admit it. I’m not afraid to but at the same time, I’m also not playing the game of how-can-I-fuck-this-girls-head-up.
Now, here’s the funny thing. Each of the three girls this foolio played a number on all have the same story. Thought the guy was for real. Thought they wouldn’t be treated like the rest. Really really upset by him.

It’s sad. There’s also another item to throw in there. Each of these girls would think they are a “good girl.” One of them said those exact words.

Here’s the thing. The minute you call yourself a good girl, you’re not. You’re a bigger whore than all of them. Why? You’re marketing yourself like that little chickadee on the cover of a porn in pig tails, striped socks with a giant lollipop. You’re saying “I like to fuck.” That’s it. That’s what you’re doing.

No wonder this guy had such ease hitting these bitches.

And still, I feel bad. They’re relatively nice girls.

But they deluded themselves.

Nobody under the age of 25 has any business thinking they are in love with someone.
Remember that…