I want to preface this by saying this thread is not intended to be advice on how to game, nor a desire to seek validation. I am aware that what I'm doing here is omega behavior, and I'm prepared to get mocked and ball-busted. What I'm doing is NOT something I'm suggesting, but for the moment I am finding it entertaining (and educational). I'm sharing it here because there's so much stigma involved that I have nobody else to share it with. So I'm hoping it might provide some cheap popcorn entertainment and be a jumping off point for discussion here.
I was an awkward nerd growing up and right around when I hit puberty, VCRs and video rentals were coming of age. I quickly clutched at porn as an escape-valve to maintain my sanity. Yes, it was a crutch, and if I could go back in time again and use the knowledge I know now, but have my youth back, things would have turned out differently. But where I am now, I'm in my mid 40s as a single father with full custody, rapidly thinning hair and about 40-50 pounds overweight. The only two points of leverage I have are money (beta bux) and expert sexual technique (if they can get over the package it comes in). So I'm procrastinating from facing the uphill battle of killing myself at the gym and pulling out my checkbook for hair-plugs by using the online dating sites sort of like scratching lottery tickets. Predictably, water is seeking its own level as the type of women who are contacting me are maxing out at HB4. If they're higher, like on Bumble, then the conversation just dead-ends, signifying they found a hotter guy to focus on.
I found out about Chaturbate from the ReturnOfKings article on it. I had never done the cam thing before because I thought it was really expensive and involved one-on-one video-to-video chat. So the idea that you could just camp out there for free was mind-blowing. I had to just go there and see for myself what it was like....
While porn is addicting enough, cam sites are worse because of the voyeuristic aspect and the lack of fast-forward or rewind. I've since learned how to "DVR" cam channels but even then, it still has a live sporting-event sort of feeling, which is more like what it's like being with a live unpredictable woman in the first place. To say it can be a time-suck is an understatement.
Anyway, over the first week I scanned through all the girls in order to sort out my favorites. I resolved never to pay, but I just became too impatient. Some of the hottest chicks (in my eyes) don't have a lot of followers. So if I wanted to see them strip, rather than waiting and praying for someone else to tip them, I had to just pony up and buy tokens.
At first my jaw was on the floor over freaks of nature that can sit there legs spread for hours at a clip, just an endless stream of quivering multiple-orgasms. If there's anything this is teaching me is that women's capacity for sex is endless and that this must play a role in female infidelity.
Anyway as Roosh said, hedonic adaptation is a bitch. After having passed through the shock-and-awe stage, I no longer gravitated towards the freaks of nature and started exploring the back-alleys. My "type" is the girl-next-door type, not the whore. I realize that appearances lie, but going based on looks alone, I set my sights on one in particular who rarely had more than 50 guys in her room. She'd smile and sway back and forth like a songbird miming to the words of the songs. Despite how degrading the things she was asked to do, she did them with this look of innocence and joy on her face. Acting performance it may have been, but if I was gonna hang out there, I wanted to see THAT.
Anyway, by this time I was spending tokens and I got to the PM stage with her. My instinct is always to fall into beta-orbiter emotional tampon mode, so the discussion quickly moved into personal territory and she started to open up. Now, whether what she said was actually true or not is another matter.
-She said she didn't have a boyfriend, but the one she had before beat her.
-She said love no longer had any meaning to her.
-She said she does the work to pay for rent on an apartment with the rest of her family.
-She says she has no other job and no other promising career prospects.
And after I joined her fan club she said I was the first and only.
Anyway, I started coaching her on how to maybe up her followers and since I couldn't get a really good look at her I even said I'd buy her a better webcam. So it was kind of benign self-interest on my part. Anyway, she says she doesn't have an Amazon account (to set up a wishlist) and she gives me her Whatsapp info. So I'm thinking now (this shit's getting real).
We're starting to chat and exchange photos on Whatsapp. I have only revealed my first name and the region I live in, no photos of me or anything more specific. She has sent me photos of her neighborhood (in Ukraine) and her with her mom and a friend. She knows I'm old enough to be her father and that I have a teenaged daughter.
She wrote a wall of text last night about how her dad left her as a toddler and her mom toiled away to raise her.
Of course, I'm already wondering what the endgame of all this is. I've done some googling and mining through the Roosh forums on this topic, and I am aware that there is a "long con" that can take place in situations like this for green-cards or other sugar-daddy style favors. I was willing to chip in for the webcam just to get better views of her, which to her is a nice gesture but to me is still perpetuating her exploitation. When it comes to the penpal thing, though, I don't know where this is going to lead...
The voyeuristic thrill of seeing her naked and not having to expose what I look like is really not that different from the chatting we're falling into. It's sort of an emotional voyeurism in the sense that she's stripping herself naked emotionally, like what people normally only do with close friends or their therapist. I had an older woman as a snail-mail penpal back in high school and I know what that dynamic is like. The fact you're communicating with someone you're unlikely to meet becomes sort of liberating in a way. But I also realized that any catching of feelings is probably an illusion.
That being said, there's a part of me that wants to let this social experiment run its course just to see what happens, which is kind of not a nice move on my part. Assuming she isn't running a "long con", she's potentially going to invest a lot of her free time chatting with me. At her age I guess she has time to kill. On my part, if I have any say on the matter I'll eventually get another relationship going. It's only a matter of time, and if I keep this camgirl as a penpal it's gonna be a little weird.
I guess when you get to be my age you start to see options permanently close off on you, so getting any sort of one-on-one attention from a woman who (other than what she does for a living--a pretty huge asterisk) would have been a wet-dream is hard to resist, even though it can't be consummated. It exploits all of my weaknesses just as it may for her as well (as someone with typical daddy issues).
Anyway, like I said, I pretty much know the replies I'll get on this... I get it. AWALT, and Chaturbate is sort of sexual junkfood and this Whatsapp thing is like emotional junkfood. But I like to hear personal stories here, even stories of epic personal failures (as cautionary tales) so maybe some will think this thread is wortwhile.
Note: It's REALLY tempting to post photos of her but there are only so many camgirls on Chaturbate (from Ukraine) so it would be easy to link the photo up to her channel and potentially "contaminate" the experiment. As this story unfolds I will share what I can while maintaining mutual anonymity.
Reports from the field of those who have gone down this shady pathway are welcome.
I was an awkward nerd growing up and right around when I hit puberty, VCRs and video rentals were coming of age. I quickly clutched at porn as an escape-valve to maintain my sanity. Yes, it was a crutch, and if I could go back in time again and use the knowledge I know now, but have my youth back, things would have turned out differently. But where I am now, I'm in my mid 40s as a single father with full custody, rapidly thinning hair and about 40-50 pounds overweight. The only two points of leverage I have are money (beta bux) and expert sexual technique (if they can get over the package it comes in). So I'm procrastinating from facing the uphill battle of killing myself at the gym and pulling out my checkbook for hair-plugs by using the online dating sites sort of like scratching lottery tickets. Predictably, water is seeking its own level as the type of women who are contacting me are maxing out at HB4. If they're higher, like on Bumble, then the conversation just dead-ends, signifying they found a hotter guy to focus on.
I found out about Chaturbate from the ReturnOfKings article on it. I had never done the cam thing before because I thought it was really expensive and involved one-on-one video-to-video chat. So the idea that you could just camp out there for free was mind-blowing. I had to just go there and see for myself what it was like....
While porn is addicting enough, cam sites are worse because of the voyeuristic aspect and the lack of fast-forward or rewind. I've since learned how to "DVR" cam channels but even then, it still has a live sporting-event sort of feeling, which is more like what it's like being with a live unpredictable woman in the first place. To say it can be a time-suck is an understatement.
Anyway, over the first week I scanned through all the girls in order to sort out my favorites. I resolved never to pay, but I just became too impatient. Some of the hottest chicks (in my eyes) don't have a lot of followers. So if I wanted to see them strip, rather than waiting and praying for someone else to tip them, I had to just pony up and buy tokens.
At first my jaw was on the floor over freaks of nature that can sit there legs spread for hours at a clip, just an endless stream of quivering multiple-orgasms. If there's anything this is teaching me is that women's capacity for sex is endless and that this must play a role in female infidelity.
Anyway as Roosh said, hedonic adaptation is a bitch. After having passed through the shock-and-awe stage, I no longer gravitated towards the freaks of nature and started exploring the back-alleys. My "type" is the girl-next-door type, not the whore. I realize that appearances lie, but going based on looks alone, I set my sights on one in particular who rarely had more than 50 guys in her room. She'd smile and sway back and forth like a songbird miming to the words of the songs. Despite how degrading the things she was asked to do, she did them with this look of innocence and joy on her face. Acting performance it may have been, but if I was gonna hang out there, I wanted to see THAT.
Anyway, by this time I was spending tokens and I got to the PM stage with her. My instinct is always to fall into beta-orbiter emotional tampon mode, so the discussion quickly moved into personal territory and she started to open up. Now, whether what she said was actually true or not is another matter.
-She said she didn't have a boyfriend, but the one she had before beat her.
-She said love no longer had any meaning to her.
-She said she does the work to pay for rent on an apartment with the rest of her family.
-She says she has no other job and no other promising career prospects.
And after I joined her fan club she said I was the first and only.
Anyway, I started coaching her on how to maybe up her followers and since I couldn't get a really good look at her I even said I'd buy her a better webcam. So it was kind of benign self-interest on my part. Anyway, she says she doesn't have an Amazon account (to set up a wishlist) and she gives me her Whatsapp info. So I'm thinking now (this shit's getting real).
We're starting to chat and exchange photos on Whatsapp. I have only revealed my first name and the region I live in, no photos of me or anything more specific. She has sent me photos of her neighborhood (in Ukraine) and her with her mom and a friend. She knows I'm old enough to be her father and that I have a teenaged daughter.
She wrote a wall of text last night about how her dad left her as a toddler and her mom toiled away to raise her.
Of course, I'm already wondering what the endgame of all this is. I've done some googling and mining through the Roosh forums on this topic, and I am aware that there is a "long con" that can take place in situations like this for green-cards or other sugar-daddy style favors. I was willing to chip in for the webcam just to get better views of her, which to her is a nice gesture but to me is still perpetuating her exploitation. When it comes to the penpal thing, though, I don't know where this is going to lead...
The voyeuristic thrill of seeing her naked and not having to expose what I look like is really not that different from the chatting we're falling into. It's sort of an emotional voyeurism in the sense that she's stripping herself naked emotionally, like what people normally only do with close friends or their therapist. I had an older woman as a snail-mail penpal back in high school and I know what that dynamic is like. The fact you're communicating with someone you're unlikely to meet becomes sort of liberating in a way. But I also realized that any catching of feelings is probably an illusion.
That being said, there's a part of me that wants to let this social experiment run its course just to see what happens, which is kind of not a nice move on my part. Assuming she isn't running a "long con", she's potentially going to invest a lot of her free time chatting with me. At her age I guess she has time to kill. On my part, if I have any say on the matter I'll eventually get another relationship going. It's only a matter of time, and if I keep this camgirl as a penpal it's gonna be a little weird.
I guess when you get to be my age you start to see options permanently close off on you, so getting any sort of one-on-one attention from a woman who (other than what she does for a living--a pretty huge asterisk) would have been a wet-dream is hard to resist, even though it can't be consummated. It exploits all of my weaknesses just as it may for her as well (as someone with typical daddy issues).
Anyway, like I said, I pretty much know the replies I'll get on this... I get it. AWALT, and Chaturbate is sort of sexual junkfood and this Whatsapp thing is like emotional junkfood. But I like to hear personal stories here, even stories of epic personal failures (as cautionary tales) so maybe some will think this thread is wortwhile.
Note: It's REALLY tempting to post photos of her but there are only so many camgirls on Chaturbate (from Ukraine) so it would be easy to link the photo up to her channel and potentially "contaminate" the experiment. As this story unfolds I will share what I can while maintaining mutual anonymity.
Reports from the field of those who have gone down this shady pathway are welcome.