That's why I spend as much time as finances allow drunk. No, I was stone cold sober when I wrote the OP. I actually have had encounters with hookers, when I managed to get enough money and when I simply could not stand it one more second. The encounters weren't exactly what I'd call satisfying, comfortable or even pleasant. In fact they were entirely soulless and coldly mechanical, despite their being very nice ladies. I'd get more human connection with a rubber doll. I felt nothing. Still, if that's what my life is going to be then so be it. Everywhere I look there's at least one happy couple in front of my face, doing what Sam and I made others jealous by doing. Meanwhile I'm watching - or trying not to watch - from my shelf. "I'll no more on 't. It hath made me mad."
I've read all your comments, both supportive and otherwise, and while I truly didn't start this thread to garner sympathy I do appreciate it.
To those commenters who think I'm wallowing in self-pity, and at the risk of angering those who might think I'm making an unwarranted and unfair comparison, I want to say that it's more like this:
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I tick all those boxes, in spades.
I've read all your comments, both supportive and otherwise, and while I truly didn't start this thread to garner sympathy I do appreciate it.
To those commenters who think I'm wallowing in self-pity, and at the risk of angering those who might think I'm making an unwarranted and unfair comparison, I want to say that it's more like this:
I tick all those boxes, in spades.
At the age of five, Skagra decided emphatically that God did not exist. This revelation tends to make most people in the universe who have it react in one of two ways - with relief or with despair. Only Skagra responded to it by thinking, 'Wait a second. That means there's a situation vacant.'
