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I just can't muster any creative energy at the moment. I took a big fall at work and lost some flesh and skin during the process. This came on a day when I overslept, and I admit that I feel like hammered shit at this moment. My throat hurts which means either ragweed or that damn virus that has been going around at work. I feel incredibly tired at the moment, so I am thinking it is the virus. Or it might be my period coming on. I better run to the store for some tampons.



I'm not much on complaining. I tell people I only have two jokes. I either take something utterly trivial and make it the most important thing in the world. Or, I will trivialize something that is a big deal usually involving some kind of personal injury or setback. The goal is irony.



I was having a convo with a friend last week when we began discussing the virtues of prostitution. I told him I had read about some guy who wrote a book about how his worthless whore girlfriend cheated on him, dumped his ass, and subjected him to listening in the next room as she fucked her new boyfriend. His response to this was to start using hookers in order to engage in sex without emotional attachment. So, I started working out the finances of the arrangement compared to marriage.



I figure you could get a regular hooker for $50 a pop. Since married couples usually fuck twice weekly, I calculated it would cost a guy $100 a week to achieve a similar level of satisfaction with some prostitute. This would be $5200 a year. That seems steep until you consider that a chick taking half your income costs way more. Most people make more than $10,400 a year, so the hooker is the cheaper option. Plus, there is something to be said for not having your heart broken.



My friend threw me a curveball. Yes, it makes more sense to rent rather than own. But what about companionship? Without that emotional element, this prostitution thing is really nothing more than enhanced masturbation. I had to agree. The whore is fundamentally no better than the blow up doll or the pocket pussy. In fact, those devices are cheaper and run zero risk of Anally Inflicted Death Sentence.



This brought us both to a fundamental acknowledgement that men marry not for sex but companionship. They want that emotional connection. They may not admit it. But all men want it to be something more than leaving a few bills on the nightstand and leaving the room. The sad reality is that marriage doesn't bring companionship at all except for a lucky few. Today's woman is not unlike the whore in that she fucks for the sake of money. Love is just a con game.



I realize that I am the Black Emperor of Darkness with this theme. But I have lived it along with a lot of other guys. I knew my last relationship was done when I realized that my girlfriend wasn't my companion but just another chick wanting me to pay her bills. My generosity begins and ends with picking up the check for dinner. So, I have a chronic habit of tossing chicks to the curb when I realize their game.



We live in a society of gold diggers and womanizers. They are too base to actually be companions. They lack the character and intelligence for anything greater than an exchange of sex for money. Those richer and deeper levels of relationship aren't there. I certainly have never met a woman capable of such depth.

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