Back in the day, someone who isn't me was down real bad and matched with a pooner on okcupid (don't ask). She looked exactly like that one, but with normal guy clothes. She was dtf++, and we know how a man's need for poon can make him do the craziest things. But, by God's grace and infinite mercy, that person who totally isn't me, had visions of fat hairy testojugs swinging back and forth in
my his face, and it was too much to handle. No
is worth that price, nor the PTSD that comes with it, so the poor pooner got ghosted. The post nut clarity would have been overwhelming. But thankfully for our dear protagonist, instead of diving head first into the deepest, darkest abyss of shame, he chose a slightly less degenerate path. And he lived ever after. The end.
