I've been clean for months. Yes, a girl left me for choosing getting high over her, like six months ago. A lot has changed since then. It's almost as if people change over time, don't always use the internet as a diary, and the conceptions we develop of a person from their rare posts on a forum can be grossly inaccurate.
When I started dating that girl, I didn't even smoke pot, but I don't see how it's impossible for someone who sits around, smokes pot, and eats junk food to not respect a woman who gives it up easily. What do those things have to do with one another?
I was just desperate to have someone, and the fact that she was willing to meet up and fuck as quickly as I was indicated that she was also desperate. So no, I didn't respect her. Getting her sexually and emotionally wasn't any work, fun, or spontaneous adventure. I just wanted someone, so I just parroted her political views, overstressed the importance of common interests we had, made up traits we had in common, and told her I felt things and made up reasons why that any person who's had an honest connection with someone would see as red flags, and then she was willing to date me and fuck me. Even though I wasn't the type of person I'd respect looking back, I still didn't respect her. Yes, I realize the hypocrisy. I was being just as desperate and ignorantly shallow. That's probably why the sex and the relationship as a whole were so empty and unenjoyable.
So to reiterate my point: the reason I didn't respect her was not because I'm some kind of embodiment of success for the human race, but because she was so easy to win over that she didn't feel the least bit like a prize. The reason had nothing to do with me. It was about her.
I don't see what one has to do with the other. I guess it's impossible for someone possessing a trait to dislike it in another person.
Anyways, that's always been my view about casual sex. Some part of me always wanted to go for it because I had sexual urges like any other man, but all of the sex I had in and out of relationships was missing something whether I wanted it to or not, so I'm concluding from that that the thing missing is an emotional element. Hell, I even once held steadfast to a view that saving sex for a relationship or for marriage was for prudes, and I was in an open relationship. Except every time this girl (who I otherwise found very intelligent and deep) would talk about her casual sex, or even mention it, everything I liked about her went out the window, and I'd internally facepalm and say "you stupid slut." I was even more desperate back then than I described above, so I would try to reason my way past my kneejerk response, but it kept popping up.