The current tequila mindfuck quota tonight is sitting at about seven. I have never honestly lost faith in a person as quickly as I did in a certain someone tonight. They "love the commercialism behind Valentine's day.". They're so happy that they're "doing something on Valentine's day."

The person in question reckons that the only way to "prove affection" is through giving gifts that cost money, because talk is cheap she reasons. But don't get her wrong. She "isn't materialistic.". No, not at all.

Also, I'm "unromantic" because I feel that Valentine's Day is all about buying affection. But let's honestly face facts here. If I wanted to fuck, I don't need a stupid excuse like Valentine's Day to get someone into bed. The reason I'm still a fucking virgin is because I'm a hopeless fucking romantic. Moreover, I also don't know anyone that I feel would take it the right way if I asked them out on Valentine's Day. They wouldn't perceive it as a gesture of romanticism. Rather, they'd be thinking I'm out to fuck 'em. So why waste my time on nothing?

Basically what the person in question said, once you look at it objectively, is that relationships are so fucking close to prostitution, the only exception being that you at least know that you're going to get laid with a prostitute. Whereas, if you buy the person in question any gift whatsoever, you're pushing your luck if you expect any real gratitude besides a fucking hug.

I also ended up being told that I don't understand women. Unfortunately, I do understand her, and I see right through her. She wants some dumb fucker to spoil her fucking rotten with expensive gifts, and not be obligated to give anything material back. She wants some absolute retard who she can mold into whatever the fuck she wants to mold him into.

And if she doesn't fix her attitude problem, and fast, she's going to die a single, lonely woman.

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I'm going to coin another new term: Prostitute slot game: a term for a modern day relationship entered into by most anyone from age eighteen through thirty-five.

Listening to: Beethoven's Moonlight Sonata

I want her the fuck out of my life. Really, I do. I'm so fucking gatvol.