An escort told me I'm ugly and old and she's telling me what

I dare not only to speak of myself, but to speak solely of myself. I get lost when I write about something else and stray from my subject.

Montaigne, 1581

Good, supporting this quote, I'd like to tell you something that happened to me on Friday night, this is not a criticism of the escort, just a channeling of what I felt at that moment and what I still feel now, simply that.

Recently, two women left me, one was a bore, two women, but that made me feel old, not in age but emotionally. From there, escorts teens started calling my attention, to me who always liked Milfs, but I'm no longer that teenager I used to be, today I'm 30 years old, the thing is that on Friday night, seeing Bairesgirls' page again saw Yamil's photos and honestly, it made me want to screw her, so I wrote to her, she responded with the usual speech asking me to read carefully and asked for a photo of mine, I turned on the light and took the photo and sent it, she saw it online and stayed silent for a few minutes, then I asked if we could coordinate, since she's from Ciudadela, I told her that it would be more comfortable for me in the microcenter and that obviously I would pay for both the passage and the service in advance so as not to risk being left stranded. The thing is that she responded and said No da, I asked if it was because of the hour, since she attends until midnight, so there was still time, but I told her it could be another day, no drama, she responded that The encounter doesn't work, you're old and ugly to me...

At risk of sounding like a faggot, I can assure you that reading that message destroyed me emotionally, I'm that fragile, I didn't think it would be like this but honestly I felt very bad. I replied many thanks for the honesty and obviously deleted the chat, but that line stays in my head The encounter doesn't work, you're old and ugly to me...

Now, I'll take a pause, she was totally right to reject me and the truth is that if we see it well, the girl not only saved herself from a bad moment but also preserved my time and money, if there were more escorts like this, bad experiences wouldn't exist. But good, it hurt me.

The next day I went with another girl who returned part of the self-esteem I had left in the trash, and that's why I'm writing this post, just to tell what I felt and went through.

I probably started thinking about Youth, What is youth at the end of the day? Will it be like they told Rocky in the movie 6 that the heart is the last thing to age?

I can say that youth is not something that's lost chronologically. It's something you have to go after. It's about the hows and not the whats. Being young is also understanding that there isn't a young culture (error of pendeviejos or The State) but rather it's a way of seeing things, then when we identify something cringe, we understand that we adopt elements of supposed youth culture and use them to turn them into non-applicable segments, that's why I rarely use terms from the dialect of 15-year-old boys in my life. Other mistakes are using preconceived elements like excessive young people or simply erring in the use of resources. Then there's a youth of people and a youth of things. Someone is young not because of what they say or do, but how they do it. It's an aesthetic question. You have to be born grotesque and have transformed into a code.

For those who have that emotional fragility due to the passage of time I want to tell them really: One is young when their hows demonstrate being original, inserting themselves correctly in an existing memeplex or fulfilling the elements proper to youth neurology (for example, curiosity or malleability).

Fulfilling at least two out of three is physiologically possible always. Therefore, never stop being young and I don't think I will. Thanks for stopping by here, later I'll keep bringing some stories of my encounters with escorts.