So ... I stopped at the ice cream shop while I was out today. Really good strawberry ice cream. And fresh lemonade. They literally make it right in front of you.
And the one girl I've liked in the past two years pulled into the gas station directly adjacent. And she was with the local junky / mystery powder dealer. There's only one reason a girl is with him - for drug fucking. He provides the drugs, she provides the fucking. It's well known. He brags about it. He's a fucking doucebag. AND SHE WAS GIVING HIM A RIDE AROUND TOWN!!!
So, this girl, says no to me about a simple and casual lunch date, an encounter with no pressure and no strings attached, but ... she's totally fine with fucking some walking STD dude for powders that have been cut up to the point that an old-timer like me would turn down in a heartbeat. They're basically fentanyl and baby milk powder. All of them. They're shit.
So I try to tell myself, well, I guess she wasn't worth it, she can do whatever she wants, blah blah blah, puke puke puke.
But when someone turns you down for drug fucking instead ... what the hell am I supposed to think about myself? She said no to a fucking lunch date.
I don't know what the hell to think about women anymore. I'm starting to just hate them on principle. Maybe I just need to go TJ Mackie style to meet a woman.