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Anon doesn't like simps
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this post was submitted on 01 Jul 2024
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Anon's got problems, and somehow that's everyone else's fault. Classic 4chan
Anyway meanwhile in normal human land, the presence of pornography does not decrease the dating pool.
Exactly right; sex work has always existed (relative to the existence of currency/bartering tribute and some semblance of homo sapien societies) and will always exist in some form. There have always been those who are willing to be in relationships with sex workers and those that won’t. The landscape has changed, but the world’s oldest profession remains.
It has decreased my dating pool by exactly 1. My ex started doing porn and I decided I couldn't go back.
Best thing to ever happen to me. No drunk texts and no forgetting why we split up.
No hate on people who date others in porn. It's just not for me.
But the unstable relationships and alcohol abuse worked for ya. Got it. Good for her.
wtf did I just read?
I think my point really is that the number of people who are available to date hasn't really gone down because the industry exists. Now you may not want to date someone in the industry, and that's totally fine, but anon doesn't even have anyone yet and is complaining about a purely theoretical problem as if it's a real one.
No, they have bigger issues.
I know. However, you said something that made my train of thought pull into a particular station. So you got a useless story because that's what I do.
And I agree with everything you said.
One trick is to tell stories that don't go anywhere. Like the time I caught the ferry to Shelbyville? I needed a new heel for m'shoe. So I decided to go to Morganville, which is what they called Shelbyville in those days. So I tied an onion to my belt, which was the style at the time. Now, to take the ferry cost a nickel, and in those days, nickels had pictures of bumblebees on 'em. "Gimme five bees for a quarter," you'd say. Now where were we? Oh, yeah. The important thing was that I had an onion on my belt, which was the style at the time. They didn't have any white onions, because of the war. The only thing you could get was those big yellow ones...
Oddly enough I once got hit by a car driven by Mark Hammil.
We lived in the same neighborhood while I was doing Norm and I never actually saw him but my lady neighbors wouldn't stop yammering about living near Mark and his red Porsche Carrera. I don't drive. I'm not afraid of cars or anything, I just don't care for 'em. I was walking to grab eggs before the grocery store closed one night -- this was back before everything was open 24/7 -- and I saw a red Carrera coming in the right lane but he had a red light and no turn signal on so I figured I could cross the street at the light no problem. Then I remembered that ol' Skywalker himself drove a red Porsche and I thought I should ask for an autograph when he stopped. My son was a huge fan and would have got a kick out of it. There was a problem though. Mark turned right and barely slowed down before his windshield broke my fall.
He got out and started apologizing and I couldn't believe it was him. Living in the same neighborhood, working in the same circles, attending the same professional events, and I was to meet Mark after he nearly ran over me. When he got out of the car I was digging through my wallet for something he could sign for my son and he apologized and asked how much it would cost to keep the police out of the whole affair. I said I didn't want any money, just a signed picture or something. He kind of looked at me weird and asked why I wanted his autograph and then it hit me: It wasn't Mark. It didn't even look like him. Not one day goes by that I don't think about that old man and how much I want to punch him right in the fucking face.
I see that as a win win
I'm not siding with the crazy person posting the green text, just explaining their point. They are saying that the simps made it so profitable to be a virtual girlfriend that all women have become one, and there are no girls left that will date him because they've learned they can profit off of sex. When you really read it, op is an incel and believes the only thing keeping women from prostitution is the guaranteed paycheck. Op believes that once they realize the money will come in, every girl in the world will become a professional sex worker.
Anon K. Dick
Completely ignoring the laws of supply and demand in the process.