do these cunts realize that partying at the club gets absolutely tiresome after you turn 30? at some point, very soon, she will be the oldest woman at the bar, realizing the 'crew' she was hanging out with has all cycled out and it's a whole other batch of 20-somethings wasting their time out at the bar. she'll eventually be known as the easy lay. the lines on her face will get heavier, she will look more tired, and she'll start throwing herself at the most attractive guy who's still there at 2:30am. eventually, she'll start getting rejected by that guy, even for a one night suck n fuck. so then she'll start getting more realistic about which guy she throws herself at. and the best part is she'll be past her expiration date in her late 30s where there aren't any guys her age at all. a total chasm between 28 and 54. and the 54 year old guys will all be divorced dads drowning their sorrows at the bar, and she'll be the easy lay for those guys. and even then, they'll tire of her. and there she'll be, at 40. one night, no calls, no messages. she'll just decide to stay home and watch netflix. and then the next night, and the next. and she'll still have the next fifty fucking years of her miserable life left. she'll be tapping out at 40% done, and the loneliness will only deepen after that. and it will never get better. i look forward to the wave of roastie suicides around 2035 when they realize they're 10 years deep into their 50 year sentence, and they're never getting out.
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