A case of deteriorating self confidence

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Have you kissed a fatty or not?? Have you bought the cigs?
 
I'm glad to say that my thread died much more gracefully--part two coming when I have a spare few hours to ponder existence to you gais (DON'T LOOK AT THE THREADS I MADE WHEN I WAS STILL A CHILD).
 
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It's about underage girls throwing up after strawberry vodka. It's about their blank white faces. It's the moment when true teenager's friendship with benefits begins.
 
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I feel like I'd like to get drunk with you Dillon, you son of a bitch!

We could knock back some B'ohs together!

Man, I can't even find girls that can't legally go to the bar attractive anymore. It's like, you can't get drunk with me in public? Why bother?

I also seem to have a new fetish for chicks in their early 30s or something. I don't fucking know why...

Drinking age is a must. Better yet, make her a drinker so that I feel less like an alcoholic.

I prefer conversations with older women because they're less likely to conceal interests and are more likely to actually know a thing or two about their interests if they get brought up. There's less superficial, dancing around the fire. I find that with younger women I have to bring myself down a few notches because, despite the fact that I initially come off as friendly and smart, a little too much of myself right off that bat comes off as a pretentious dick. Older women don't seem to get offended by my personality as easily. Especially with younger college girls, it's like they'll take the fact that I know some detail about their interests as an affront to their own knowledge. My first Tinder interaction went something like this. Hopkins student. Music major. Singer. Likes opera. What do you know?! I like all of those things. So then, I will probably like her. German or Italian opera? I ask. Both are good. SMH. It was a lost cause at this point, but I continued on talking about opera until she called me a pretentious asshole and ended the conversation with an "I hate you."

Or maybe its because they just want a fuck and not a lecture.

I can pleasure myself just fine, Mrs. Can't-name-a-single-Wagner-opera.