I didn’t used to mind paying for the 1-3 dates it took to get sex. Spending money on dating is part of the game and getting laid, kind of like how the sky is blue. It just is. But lately I’ve had serious doubts about this model, in part because I have been short-changing my value. It’s a lot higher than I think.
This is how I see it: I give a girl much more than she gives me; my stories, my vibe, my game, my sex. Their stories tend to be of the complaint nature and their humor cannot come close to competing with a man’s. It’s nice that she has a lubricated hole that brings me pleasure, but I have observed that these girls seem to enjoy getting fucked more than I enjoy fucking them. And this is not an insult to the girls—it’s just a fact that I value sex less than they value it with me.
Now I know how this is coming off, and I know what you are thinking, but I think my value as a man is at a point where a woman should be paying for my company. When a girl meets me, I honestly believe she is lucky to have done so; and I hope that most of you guys reading this believe that too when you meet a girl. Because I’m giving more pleasure and enjoyment than I’m receiving, it doesn’t make a lot of sense that I should have to pull my wallet out when the bill comes.
I understand that I live in a society with deeply entrenched dating norms—one that I do not have the power to change—so I will make a compromise to ease a girl’s introduction into my world. I’ll pay for the first date. I don’t mind too much, especially since the first date venue is my choice. After that though, it’s all her.
It’s still very early but my cost per notch so far this year is $77, not much more than the cost of a first date. I’m all about putting my ideas and beliefs into practice. In fact, my beliefs do become reality.