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[QUOTE=LookingForLefty;3390022]One friend of mine enrolled in beauty school to become a hair dresser. He had no interest in this at all but if you want to meet women who are pre-wired, mentally off, and ready for bed, they are in beauty school. And massage school. Imagine that. He actually tried, was ok at it, and graduated. It was like shooting fish in a barrel. These women have a lot of self esteem issues and somehow it manifests itself into going to beauty school.

Get a job working in a low end diner like Webbs or Denny's. I've got plenty of them in my log book.

Any kind of addiction group therapy meeting. Don't expect to meet anyone super hot.

Go sit in the waiting room of a mental health clinic.

The issue you might have is when you see a provider, SW, escort, etc, you are renting one by the hour. You start messing with women you see a lot, then its like leasing for a few weeks. And sometimes they will not let you out of your lease.[/QUOTE]I had a woman who came on to me who had a great body and a butter face. Nice woman, professional. Loved to fuck. Crazy as bat shit on a hotplate. Getting rid of her was like getting rid of herpes. Thank god I lived 50 or so miles from her, so it eliminated the tires being slashed and the car being keyed. She would have had to drive the 50 then try to figure out which house was mine, as my number was unlisted. (There was a time in this country that the phone company would print a book with everyone's phone numbers in it. You could pay extra to have your number NOT put in it. It was called an unlisted number. This is when telephones were connected to walls by a cord, like in office buildings. I know, it was a long time ago, but women were still bat-shit crazy then too.).

I thought I could get rid of her by asking her for enemas. "Something I'd really like to try is you giving me an enema!" She blew up! "That's disgusting. You're sick. I can't believe I even liked you! You're a sick piece of shit that you would even ask me that! I would never do that. I'm a professional!

"Oh, so you want me to pay you?

I thought that last line was the nail in the coffin. I may not be able to attract many women, but I sure can drive them off!

The next day I got a message on my answering machine (yep, it was a real machine that had a cassette tape in it. You young guys can look up what a cassette tape is). "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to act that way. We can do whatever you like. ".

The only way I got rid of her was to stop taking her calls. The phone company had this new service called "Caller I'd" and you had to buy this thing you put on your phone that would display the number calling you. We have them automatically in our cell phones today. The phone company charged extra for it back then, but it was worth it to escape the crazy enema lady.

Coochie (that's why I love hookers: We don't pay them for sex, we pay them to LEAVE) Eater.

God bless you all.

[QUOTE=CoochieEater;3390244]I had a woman who came on to me who had a great body and a butter face. Nice woman, professional. Loved to fuck. Crazy as bat shit on a hotplate. Getting rid of her was like getting rid of herpes. Thank god I lived 50 or so miles from her, so it eliminated the tires being slashed and the car being keyed. She would have had to drive the 50 then try to figure out which house was mine, as my number was unlisted. (There was a time in this country that the phone company would print a book with everyone's phone numbers in it. You could pay extra to have your number NOT put in it. It was called an unlisted number. This is when telephones were connected to walls by a cord, like in office buildings. I know, it was a long time ago, but women were still bat-shit crazy then too.).

I thought I could get rid of her by asking her for enemas. "Something I'd really like to try is you giving me an enema!" She blew up! "That's disgusting. You're sick. I can't believe I even liked you! You're a sick piece of shit that you would even ask me that! I would never do that. I'm a professional!

"Oh, so you want me to pay you?

I thought that last line was the nail in the coffin. I may not be able to attract many women, but I sure can drive them off!

The next day I got a message on my answering machine (yep, it was a real machine that had a cassette tape in it. You young guys can look up what a cassette tape is). "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to act that way. We can do whatever you like. ".

The only way I got rid of her was to stop taking her calls. The phone company had this new service called "Caller I'd" and you had to buy this thing you put on your phone that would display the number calling you. We have them automatically in our cell phones today. The phone company charged extra for it back then, but it was worth it to escape the crazy enema lady.

Coochie (that's why I love hookers: We don't pay them for sex, we pay them to LEAVE) Eater.

God bless you all.[/QUOTE]I had a welfare mom a few years ago that would bring over her tribe of kids to hang out. I'd end up feeding them all. Once I was gone and your could see they went all around the house peeking in windows. I do get stressed sometimes because if I go out many times I will run into a former provider. Not pleasant either. They get old and fat like you would not believe. My FB is just loaded with them and I have defriended a lot because it made me sick to look at them. Oh, they come across looking ok with lots of pictures of their cats and grandchildren. I found an old AMP gal working at a Chinese restaurant about a block west of Moorland on National. She still looked cute, probably late 50's. She didn't recognize me. I wasn't going to say anything. Saw their calendar hanging up at another AMP so I'm sure there is a connection. A decade a go the crazies often had no car or internet. Made hiding easier. There was no FB to search phone numbers on. Now half the heroin addicts have their phone tied to their FB.

[QUOTE=LookingForLefty;3390746]I had a welfare mom a few years ago that would bring over her tribe of kids to hang out. I'd end up feeding them all. Once I was gone and your could see they went all around the house peeking in windows. I do get stressed sometimes because if I go out many times I will run into a former provider. Not pleasant either. They get old and fat like you would not believe. My FB is just loaded with them and I have defriended a lot because it made me sick to look at them. Oh, they come across looking ok with lots of pictures of their cats and grandchildren. I found an old AMP gal working at a Chinese restaurant about a block west of Moorland on National. She still looked cute, probably late 50's. She didn't recognize me. I wasn't going to say anything. Saw their calendar hanging up at another AMP so I'm sure there is a connection. A decade a go the crazies often had no car or internet. Made hiding easier. There was no FB to search phone numbers on. Now half the heroin addicts have their phone tied to their FB.[/QUOTE]I like all your techniques for finding providers. Do any of them work on rich white widows with COPD? Can we cruise obits or probate records? Don't get me wrong, I still love my black chippies, but hooking into a wealthy woman and burning up her estate would be fun too. My problem is twofold: 1.) I generally don't find white women attractive and 2.) I definitely don't find old women attractive. So do you have a way I can jump in, grab some cash, and get out? I know you said "mental health clinics", so I'm thinking cardiologists, plastic surgeons, and um, maybe oncologists. Any thoughts?

Coochie (Yeah, I've got a thought: [I] You're a heartless immoral pig.[/I]) Eater.

God Bless You All.

P.S. ([I]I already knew that.[/I]).

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[QUOTE=CoochieEater;3391008]I like all your techniques for finding providers. Do any of them work on rich white widows with COPD? Can we cruise obits or probate records? Don't get me wrong, I still love my black chippies, but hooking into a wealthy woman and burning up her estate would be fun too. My problem is twofold: 1.) I generally don't find white women attractive and 2.) I definitely don't find old women attractive. So do you have a way I can jump in, grab some cash, and get out? I know you said "mental health clinics", so I'm thinking cardiologists, plastic surgeons, and um, maybe oncologists. Any thoughts?

Coochie (Yeah, I've got a thought: [I] You're a heartless immoral pig.[/I]) Eater.

God Bless You All.

P.S. ([I]I already knew that.[/I]).[/QUOTE]Go to Panera Bread around lunch time. The old bags usually come in for a sandwich and salad. So get a cup of coffee sit in the middle and see if you can pull one of them. Good luck.

The Sexy Mom has passed away RIP.

[QUOTE=Rocket27;3394146]The Sexy Mom has passed away RIP.[/QUOTE]May she rest in peace.

[QUOTE=Rocket27;3394146]The Sexy Mom has passed away RIP.[/QUOTE]Are you sure about that? I can't find any evidence to confirm.

[QUOTE=CoochieEater;3391008]Do any of them work on rich white widows with COPD?[/QUOTE]Try a Cigar Bar.

Saw hannah yesterday, pussy smelled fine. She is working hard and partying hard. And according to a SW post is walking again, praise the lord!

[QUOTE=Rocket27;3394146]The Sexy Mom has passed away RIP.[/QUOTE]Where did you see this? Online Obit or somewhere else?

Never got much action in HS other than a HJ at the drive in. College fared not much better. Eventually broke in with SWs and it gave me confidence around women. Started getting addicted to SWs and AMPs. Soon found with my confidence I was able to sniff out female addicts. Some women don't even know they are addicts. They are shy and don't get much. But when some 49 year old divorced Jewish school teacher gets hit on my a 25 year old guy, they think they hit the lottery. She was no prize but just someone to practice one. Soon I got good at things like DATY and it was fun making sub par women hit the ceiling. I was turned on by the SWs that would smell of booze, smoke, and were drug addicts. Some liked it and would go out of their way to shower up or request a position that made them cum. Some of the lonely single women I'd meet I'd get a high just from them telling me how much they loved it. I'd just find a single woman that no one would look twice at and pour on the charm.

Can't remember half of them. An aborted date with a BP girl would crush me. A lot of money spent over the years. Money is power with needy women. Addicts need it, single moms need it. After hooking up with some BP girl I'd get a big high off of it. Once home, I'd feel down and found the need to start looking around for more. Often more than one a day. Sometimes returning to the same SW, the same AMP, the same BP girl the very same day. The chubby stretch-marked woman I swore I was done with, I'd be right back with her 12 hours later or the next day. I'd see that fat naked ass going to the bathroom to fart out the jizz, the mud on the helmet, and sit their in disbelief wondering what I had just done.

I knew I was sick but did not want to get well. I thought I was doing what I was created to do. It was my hobby as well as my disease. I was getting more action than any stud in the bars. At times I was with women 30 years young regularly. It became so easy I took the advice of another burned out member and went after civilians in the court rooms and Facebook pages. Those were some hurting women in need of rescue. One the revenge and rebound effect was over we'd go our separate ways.

Lately the urge had nearly disappeared. A lot of rough times with STDs, hurt feelings, jealous husbands who track me down years later, paternity tests for drug addicted women 30 years my junior, annoying texts. Even the AMPs, the women who used to give great service just see me at their own personal ATM. Sensual is now mechanical. Out of all the encounters I don't have one single friend from it. So have I depressed all you young men?

I am 1000% on confirming this to be true.

[QUOTE=DaveB3655;3394536]Are you sure about that? I can't find any evidence to confirm.[/QUOTE]

[QUOTE=GuapoMarx;3395095]Never got much action in HS other than a HJ at the drive in. College fared not much better. Eventually broke in with SWs and it gave me confidence around women. Started getting addicted to SWs and AMPs. Soon found with my confidence I was able to sniff out female addicts. Some women don't even know they are addicts. They are shy and don't get much. But when some 49 year old divorced Jewish school teacher gets hit on my a 25 year old guy, they think they hit the lottery. She was no prize but just someone to practice one. Soon I got good at things like DATY and it was fun making sub par women hit the ceiling. I was turned on by the SWs that would smell of booze, smoke, and were drug addicts. Some liked it and would go out of their way to shower up or request a position that made them cum. Some of the lonely single women I'd meet I'd get a high just from them telling me how much they loved it. I'd just find a single woman that no one would look twice at and pour on the charm.

Can't remember half of them. An aborted date with a BP girl would crush me. A lot of money spent over the years. Money is power with needy women. Addicts need it, single moms need it. After hooking up with some BP girl I'd get a big high off of it. Once home, I'd feel down and found the need to start looking around for more. Often more than one a day. Sometimes returning to the same SW, the same AMP, the same BP girl the very same day. The chubby stretch-marked woman I swore I was done with, I'd be right back with her 12 hours later or the next day. I'd see that fat naked ass going to the bathroom to fart out the jizz, the mud on the helmet, and sit their in disbelief wondering what I had just done.

I knew I was sick but did not want to get well. I thought I was doing what I was created to do. It was my hobby as well as my disease. I was getting more action than any stud in the bars. At times I was with women 30 years young regularly. It became so easy I took the advice of another burned out member and went after civilians in the court rooms and Facebook pages. Those were some hurting women in need of rescue. One the revenge and rebound effect was over we'd go our separate ways.

Lately the urge had nearly disappeared. A lot of rough times with STDs, hurt feelings, jealous husbands who track me down years later, paternity tests for drug addicted women 30 years my junior, annoying texts. Even the AMPs, the women who used to give great service just see me at their own personal ATM. Sensual is now mechanical. Out of all the encounters I don't have one single friend from it. So have I depressed all you young men?[/QUOTE]I'm a young man, it doesn't sound like good news but I've been trying to find a gf and I can't get one to save my life. Over the last year I'm 0-6 out of any I had a chance with. I'm sick of rejection and this hobby helps me bury the depression of the rejections and lack of confidence I face daily.

[QUOTE=Rocket27;3395111]I am 1000% on confirming this to be true.[/QUOTE]What does Hannah look like?