You took me out, paid for a nice dinner… and now you think you might actually have a chance? That’s adorable. Sit down, look me in the eyes, and let me explain why nothing you feel for me will ever be mutual. You’re not attractive, not exciting, and definitely not man enough for me. You’re the kind of guy women let pay… and then friendzone with a smile. I talk to you the way no woman ever dared. I describe in detail what I’m about to do with my real date—the one who’s waiting for me, the one with a real cock. And while I tell you all about it, I set a trap: I look at you, tease you, humiliate you… until you do exactly what every loser does after getting rejected. Are you going to cum? Of course not. You’re going to pay, fantasize, and jerk off miserably while I go get fucked hard. That’s your role: the guy from the early evening date, the one who gets forgotten the moment a real man shows up. You’re welcome, little wanker.
