Addicted to pooning... how can i quit?
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When I've "retired" I went cold turkey and just decided to not poon. Don't know if that means I either wasn't addicted or am just strong willed. Regardless, if you sincerely believe you're addicted (i.e. its impacting relationships, you're foregoing other "normal" activities like playing with the kids, going to work in lieu of screwing an SP, etc.) then contact a professional. If in Alberta call AADAC, if in BC....dunno, but call someone (I'm too lazy to google their equivalent). Addictions of any sort are serious business and best left to a professional to help you with the tactics to stop. I choose the word "tactics" intentionally since as someone who's recovered from an addiction (not pooning) I believe its ultimately up to the individual to stop and all that someone else whether a professional or lay support like friends or family can do is set the stage.dinobot said:
I'll take a scotch on the rocks!FuZzYknUckLeS said:
Ya know I actually have a lot of respect for the married/attached guys who can continually poon without their sig others becoming wise. I wouldn't have nearly enough organizational skills to keep my lies and bullshit straight to hide my philandering ways.merlin98 said:
Fuck me sideways and no kidding. I really have to not think about the money spent on rent-a-tail vs. what I could/should/would have spent it on.who said:
you could go with the sensationalist route: This is what you're exposing yourself if you poon...
http://www.xanga.com/meimei611
But come to think of it, you'd have to abstain from sex altogether hahaha I have to be fair, STIs are not limited to SPs in any way shape or form, I just wanted to show you this link, DEFINITELY check it out!
Or for every time you poon, you should immediately poon with the most disgusting and repulsive girl you can find, and force yourself to DFK her and give her the full GFE treatment, DATO included. That will take care of your impulses, if you know that everytime you have a normal session, a torture session awaits you. You just need to condition yourself to associate a negative feeling for everytime you spend money on sex.
http://www.xanga.com/meimei611
But come to think of it, you'd have to abstain from sex altogether hahaha I have to be fair, STIs are not limited to SPs in any way shape or form, I just wanted to show you this link, DEFINITELY check it out!
Or for every time you poon, you should immediately poon with the most disgusting and repulsive girl you can find, and force yourself to DFK her and give her the full GFE treatment, DATO included. That will take care of your impulses, if you know that everytime you have a normal session, a torture session awaits you. You just need to condition yourself to associate a negative feeling for everytime you spend money on sex.
ROFL! Gotta love this shit!dipitydoo said:..I just wanted to show you this link, DEFINITELY check it out!
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dinobot said:
I suggest that you change your game plan. Cease immediately to use the telephone to set up your dates. Instead go out in your "trick mobile" and park on the downtown eastside where you'll then do your surveying of prospects from the sidewalks.
The increased affordability of your addiction will become obvious with your second or third $20 blowjob (ask Hitrack for tips on how to obtain these for yourself on a consistent basis).
You will find yourself out in the shivering cold, with occasional street denizens who are completely batty, as you attempt to woo the prime targets for your affection away from the safety from the elements provided for a time by the strange men in warm cars.
Your usual $200 for an SP hour can bring you several hours worth of entertainment in gas bills and the obligatory cup of joe (again, see Hitrack for more detailed advice on that part) even before you land a front-seat BJ from a young woman so out-of-it that she can't remember in which direction the car door sits.
Once you've climaxed and dropped her off at the weird store on Dundas where she'll obtain her next rock, financed by you, you're free to rev your sexual engines even more as you continue on in search of your second, third and fourth conquest of the evening (see Hat Trick for tips on remaining interested and physically able to go for three...).
In due time you'll feel and seem a regular out there in the streets not far from where Hastings meets Main street. Some of those freaks will become your new friends and you'll be the man with money to still more whom you merely perceive to be friends.
You'll be overcome by the surroundings of your new lifestyle but the dime rockers will be your support group (until they find themselves hot on the trail of their next rock).
(the rest of)Your hair will fall out and you'll have only the scratch marks from when you scratched your head in contemplation while waiting for a green light at Cordova and Main, while wondering to yourself why you'd never seen theeeeeeeese women on Craigslist.
Then one day it will be 3:42am on a June morning with daybreak rearing its head in the eastern sky. One of your regular girls will be there, with her head in your naked lap, as your car sits otherwise quiet and idle near a park off Venables. Once you've filled that last condom of the evening, you'll start the motor and the radio will come on... with the words of Manfred Mann filling your deepest (remaining) thought capabilities with these words:
Manfred Mann said:
After you drop your final conquest of the night, you'll drive out East Hastings toward home with that sun in your eyes while firmly etching into your mind these new and fun times as "the good old days".
