Due to the distance between us (I was in Cornell, she was in LA), we developed quite a high level of anger and frustration toward each other's lack of time and the attention we gave to each other while we were separated. Heck, I even went with three other guys (separate rooms and women, of course). I didn't have to waste time and money on a serious relationship. In some ways, it is better than the college one night stand, because it is a surefire deal (sometimes college chicks back out), and I get immediate satisfaction. It had no fine print, no future consequences, no attachments. A few hours of smoking, talking, drinking, and the next thing you know, you're getting poontang (as a friend of mine puts it). I pay and I immediately get it from an anonymous woman, who doesn't care who I am. Here's a good rule for getting ass in Cornell: conform.
See it as a harmless recreational drug, if you will.
Some people might view me differently if they found out about this. How is it better to have an alcohol-induced one night stand than to pay the money to the woman instead of the bartender and get it right away?
I don't know why I didn't forget about the bitch and move on, I did that with my first relationship. Despite previous temptations to pay for sex (the highest being while I was stumbling around in a drug-induced haze on the streets of Amsterdam and Rotterdam), I had not actually paid for a woman's services. Maybe it was the lack of frustration and the fact that I had a girlfriend at that time.
Like children, we continued to live in the past, hating, not forgiving. Time, money, effort; all must be shoved into one person. If the person is your true love, then it is all worth it. If that person was not the right one (like in my situation), what next? All the girls I knew wouldn't think of a one night stand, and I was leaving soon anyways; no point engaging in a serious relationship.
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