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Today is the day that just did, given that it is almost 2 AM on the east coast, I'd say yesterday did it. The day I said I am done with online dating for once and probably for all.
I remember before I got to the point where I could get laid once a week through dating apps, I had it. The "it" is hard to describe but I'd say some kind of a hunger, drive, and killer instinct like none other. Sometimes, I read through my old lay reports and almost break down thinking of how far I have fallen from where I was. The worst part is, I get laid more but the life has been sucked out of the game quite literally. I feel like I fuck vampires every single week who suck the life I had for game out of me, if we are being literal, they suck a lot out of me for better or worse. It turned into a nasty fucking drug and today just did it.
The addicting loop of validation.
Very few men out there get to a point where you have 100+ matches on Tinder, Bumble, and Hinge; well I became that guy in about a year through good photos. Given that I am a minority, I'd say what I did was even more remarkable. To put it on top of that, I was picky with my selection, not just swiping right on anything. It felt great, really really great for quite some time. The feeling of having a really cute girl swipe right on you, if Bumble then messages you with an opener, and then move things along. In some ways you feel like a star, it is a one of a kind feeling.
What ensued next were nights were I would be sleeping with cute girls (let's say 7 and then the occasional 8) at will and I felt like a king. I look back at it realizing I experienced something very few men out there will get a whiff of and yes, it was that easy.
But I lost my soul and my way.
I started to look down on approaching and going out, thinking how I make myself vulnerable and put my ego at risk to give validation for overdressed chicks looking for attention. The nights going out and seeing a beautiful day were gone, I had the game by the balls, and I had no reason to actually want to do much more. I was playing the game on cheat codes and for anyone who has done that, you know how it gets old fast.
So fuck it, for what happened today....
I hit up a woman I had matched with on Bumble and had fucked a couple of times throughout the year, some 30-something Italian chick from Maryland with a sexy body and chiseled face, she has that fitness instructor look. Go to her apartment in the city and immediately, we fucked, thought I'd do her for an hour and then bounce. I ended up fucking her for a few minutes but she kept me locked in, like I had to negotiate a way to get away from her. For some reason though, my body started to give out from the fatigue of fucking her for that long and I let the instant date with her almost ruin my day. In other words, I canceled my chores and fitness plans (ironic!) for a sex addict I matched with on Bumble.
Finally, she lets me go.
After fucking for like the 5th different time, she lets me go, after 6 hours and I felt like I had the life sucked out of me from a vampire. Then to put a damn condom on so many fucking times, she let me hit it raw a few times later though. It was 10 fucking PM!
So I get dinner because I do want to do night game and get back into it.
Have a quick dinner and pass out at my pad, it's fucking 11:30 PM and I am a mess. I get ready and head out at around 12.
No pre-game, none of that.
I go to a local bar and approach girls because of a new program I have for myself, to dedicate 3 fucking days to game to do approaches and get back to the old me.
Cute tall blonde gives me a strong IOI, wants to dance, I lightly dance and she is engaged. Yet, I am out of it, I am walking around like a guy who has had his soul sucked out of him. I probably smell like this chick I had fucked earlier too because I did not get to shower.
I cannot move it further, I can barely even stand, and I am an empty shell while this blonde bombshell is so fucking engaged. Even if I took her home, I would not be able to fuck her because my dick is god-damned sore from pounding that cougar.
Now I eject, I fucking eject like an idiot......nothing prompted it, I just fucking eject.
It was an epiphany, I had put in so much energy on a Saturday to fuck a sex-crazed cougar that left my body a mess and had me walking like a fucking zombie that I could not dedicate time to pursuing hotter pussy. At some point, even a strong 7 doesn't do it when you know the excitement that comes with gaming a 9.
The worst part is that this shit is so fucking inhuman.
Swipe, match, meet, and talk then fuck. Even the cougar I fucked today we matched, had drinks for 20 minutes, and she straight up told me "we're either going back to my place or not meeting again".
It happens not just with her but with so many other girls from online dating, it is this sex craze they get where it is not just a one night stand but they want to keep fucking and sucking up my time. No humanity, no emotion, none of that, just pure fucking sex that leaves my dick sore and my body exhausted.....
I did it.
I uninstalled all of the dating apps, I've officially retired from online dating.
I remember before I got to the point where I could get laid once a week through dating apps, I had it. The "it" is hard to describe but I'd say some kind of a hunger, drive, and killer instinct like none other. Sometimes, I read through my old lay reports and almost break down thinking of how far I have fallen from where I was. The worst part is, I get laid more but the life has been sucked out of the game quite literally. I feel like I fuck vampires every single week who suck the life I had for game out of me, if we are being literal, they suck a lot out of me for better or worse. It turned into a nasty fucking drug and today just did it.
The addicting loop of validation.
Very few men out there get to a point where you have 100+ matches on Tinder, Bumble, and Hinge; well I became that guy in about a year through good photos. Given that I am a minority, I'd say what I did was even more remarkable. To put it on top of that, I was picky with my selection, not just swiping right on anything. It felt great, really really great for quite some time. The feeling of having a really cute girl swipe right on you, if Bumble then messages you with an opener, and then move things along. In some ways you feel like a star, it is a one of a kind feeling.
What ensued next were nights were I would be sleeping with cute girls (let's say 7 and then the occasional 8) at will and I felt like a king. I look back at it realizing I experienced something very few men out there will get a whiff of and yes, it was that easy.
But I lost my soul and my way.
I started to look down on approaching and going out, thinking how I make myself vulnerable and put my ego at risk to give validation for overdressed chicks looking for attention. The nights going out and seeing a beautiful day were gone, I had the game by the balls, and I had no reason to actually want to do much more. I was playing the game on cheat codes and for anyone who has done that, you know how it gets old fast.
So fuck it, for what happened today....
I hit up a woman I had matched with on Bumble and had fucked a couple of times throughout the year, some 30-something Italian chick from Maryland with a sexy body and chiseled face, she has that fitness instructor look. Go to her apartment in the city and immediately, we fucked, thought I'd do her for an hour and then bounce. I ended up fucking her for a few minutes but she kept me locked in, like I had to negotiate a way to get away from her. For some reason though, my body started to give out from the fatigue of fucking her for that long and I let the instant date with her almost ruin my day. In other words, I canceled my chores and fitness plans (ironic!) for a sex addict I matched with on Bumble.
Finally, she lets me go.
After fucking for like the 5th different time, she lets me go, after 6 hours and I felt like I had the life sucked out of me from a vampire. Then to put a damn condom on so many fucking times, she let me hit it raw a few times later though. It was 10 fucking PM!
So I get dinner because I do want to do night game and get back into it.
Have a quick dinner and pass out at my pad, it's fucking 11:30 PM and I am a mess. I get ready and head out at around 12.
No pre-game, none of that.
I go to a local bar and approach girls because of a new program I have for myself, to dedicate 3 fucking days to game to do approaches and get back to the old me.
Cute tall blonde gives me a strong IOI, wants to dance, I lightly dance and she is engaged. Yet, I am out of it, I am walking around like a guy who has had his soul sucked out of him. I probably smell like this chick I had fucked earlier too because I did not get to shower.
I cannot move it further, I can barely even stand, and I am an empty shell while this blonde bombshell is so fucking engaged. Even if I took her home, I would not be able to fuck her because my dick is god-damned sore from pounding that cougar.
Now I eject, I fucking eject like an idiot......nothing prompted it, I just fucking eject.
It was an epiphany, I had put in so much energy on a Saturday to fuck a sex-crazed cougar that left my body a mess and had me walking like a fucking zombie that I could not dedicate time to pursuing hotter pussy. At some point, even a strong 7 doesn't do it when you know the excitement that comes with gaming a 9.
The worst part is that this shit is so fucking inhuman.
Swipe, match, meet, and talk then fuck. Even the cougar I fucked today we matched, had drinks for 20 minutes, and she straight up told me "we're either going back to my place or not meeting again".
It happens not just with her but with so many other girls from online dating, it is this sex craze they get where it is not just a one night stand but they want to keep fucking and sucking up my time. No humanity, no emotion, none of that, just pure fucking sex that leaves my dick sore and my body exhausted.....
I did it.
I uninstalled all of the dating apps, I've officially retired from online dating.

