I think I just end up getting trolled on dating sites

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Originally Posted by chalice

So, I went for a date with her a couple of weeks ago.

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When you're pulled from retirement, you need to have at least one practice dummy against who you can gauge yourself without major consequence. Your footwork, your limits, your presumed goals, etc., all need a real time backdrop.

As far as dating sites go, there's going to be roughly the same percentage of rubbish people online as there is stumbling and drooling on the cobblestone. So, though a small percentage of decent lasses will exist to catch your eye, it's going to be much harder to grab their attention (where in person you could easily creep up to them with your sex eyes).

So, in a spurt of despair I only went at let her suck my cawk. I was getting stalked anyway, so thought I may as well skim some pleasure out of it. Got mighty drunk, took a viagra and summoned her. It was okay except I didn't ejaculate. It was filthy, actually. Took all of my pent up feelings towards women out on her and sent her home again.

Do I feel good about it? Nope. Did it alleviate my suffering? Nope. Will I do it again? Probably, innit.

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Originally Posted by chalice

Took all of my pent up feelings towards women out on her and sent her home again.

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No foul (morally) as you gave her exactly what she wanted. Well, almost... :idunno:

Nah, didn't even almost ejaculate.

Damn.... you are certainly..... not going to inspire OlegL in his endeavours...

If Olegl really wanted to fuck a beautiful woman, all he has to do is walk fifty yards in any direction and hire a sister of mercy. I've told him as much. What he really wants to do is whine about being a virgin to complete strangers.

And he does...ad nauseum. Q.E.D.

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Originally Posted by chalice

Nah, didn't even almost ejaculate.

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Anyone know of a reliable way to permanently erase an image from your mind?

A hammer.

Seems worth it.

You'll need a claw jobbie. You can borrow mine. Only used the once. To pry her flubbery, hormone-swollen rubber door she calls a mouth off my turgid love baton.