- Joined
- Oct 11, 2014
First, San Diego is expensive. Doordashing and cleaning toilets wouldn't get a studio apartment, let alone enough money for the hooker fund.
Second, Russell's goal is not just sex. His goal is control- control of the narrative of his life, control of the whores in his imaginary brothel, control of what his critics get to say about him. Discovering that he could pay women to touch him made a very odd connection in his mind: all he has to do is give them something, and they'll do what he says. Now, this might bring to mind the punchline of an old joke: "You told me what kind of woman you are; I'm just negotiating a price." But Russell isn't negotiating; he genuinely thinks if they're willing to do it for $$$$$ they'll do it for $ and a gas station rose. When they don't follow this script, he spergs out.
I think he must have watched "Pretty Woman" repeatedly as a teenager, because he fully expected the hooker he took to the Olive Garden to fall on love with him when he "wooed her with his wooing words". (Quite possibly the funniest/most cringe statement ever put to text. It's on par with the Vordrak post that's quoted in the random.txt about "julaying Joshy with sweet julays of luls")
He was so bitterly disappointed that she not only didn't follow the script and fall in love, she drank like a fish over dinner and then she actually held him to the time he had paid for and didn't even fuck him proving in his mind she not only didn't love him, she hated him for his disability.
The fact that it was purely a business transaction with her, x amount of money for y amount of time to do whatever you want with me, didn't match the script in his head resulting in such monumental butthurt he fucking tried to sue her. He's purely on another plane of reality.