09-15-2016, 10:21 AM
Yep, as much as I liked #3, over the course of our entire little fling, my monetary investment in her was roughly $57. And yes, I do keep a running tab. On a spreadsheet.
That includes my drinks and her drinks. Time investment was minimal, as I specifically chose times that I'd be out socializing anyway. Emotional investment is a bit more hard to quantify, but DMSI was working some healing magic while I was with her, so that amplified everything.
Back in my old pushover days, there was this summer where I spent close to $1000 on dating. Dinner dates, going to movies and events. Out of that entire $1000, I received a couple of handjobs -- seriously, like 4 (although she was good at it) -- some breast action, and extreme disrespect from all the women.
I was like, man fuck this. I'm a businessman and a systems creator. Now, I have very intricate dating systems that are almost intuitive. For example, if I HAVE to do a food date, I take her to Pei Wei on a Sunday afternoon. Dunno if they still do it, but at one time, Sunday lunches were half off. I'd end up spending $12. I realized that when I order water, she tends to follow suit, so that minimized the cost. I would strategically choose the Pei Wei across the street from Barnes and Nobles, and after we eat, say "OMG THERE'S SOMETHING I GOTTA SHOW YOU," then I'd take her there and show her the PostSecret books. Then I'd say, let's go watch a movie or something.
Take her back to my place. At the time, I lived in a luxury apartment. They'd always wanna see my bedroom, but I had a "rule" that no woman could go in there unless she wanted to get fucked. FOR SOME REASON, they always went in. And they always got fucked. That's how I managed my classic $15 bangs.
That includes my drinks and her drinks. Time investment was minimal, as I specifically chose times that I'd be out socializing anyway. Emotional investment is a bit more hard to quantify, but DMSI was working some healing magic while I was with her, so that amplified everything.
Back in my old pushover days, there was this summer where I spent close to $1000 on dating. Dinner dates, going to movies and events. Out of that entire $1000, I received a couple of handjobs -- seriously, like 4 (although she was good at it) -- some breast action, and extreme disrespect from all the women.
I was like, man fuck this. I'm a businessman and a systems creator. Now, I have very intricate dating systems that are almost intuitive. For example, if I HAVE to do a food date, I take her to Pei Wei on a Sunday afternoon. Dunno if they still do it, but at one time, Sunday lunches were half off. I'd end up spending $12. I realized that when I order water, she tends to follow suit, so that minimized the cost. I would strategically choose the Pei Wei across the street from Barnes and Nobles, and after we eat, say "OMG THERE'S SOMETHING I GOTTA SHOW YOU," then I'd take her there and show her the PostSecret books. Then I'd say, let's go watch a movie or something.
Take her back to my place. At the time, I lived in a luxury apartment. They'd always wanna see my bedroom, but I had a "rule" that no woman could go in there unless she wanted to get fucked. FOR SOME REASON, they always went in. And they always got fucked. That's how I managed my classic $15 bangs.
