>"Oh god, look at the time! What time did we get back to my place, like eight? We must have been talking for five hours! I better get some sleep, I have a pretty important class tomorrow. Oh no, I'm not throwing you out or anything. I mean look at the weather, you'll catch a cold walking home at this time of night. If you want you could stay over. Yeah I mean I guess you could sleep on the floor, but I really don't have any spare blankets. I don't mind if we share my bed, as long as you don't mind me going to sleep in a little bit?"
>"Oh no, thank you. I had a really nice time today, I'm glad you asked me to come. I have to admit that I was a little hesitant at first since we have never really spoken before today, but I realize now that I had nothing to be anxious about. It's weird how comfortable I am around you, I feel like we've known each other for much longer than just one day. Hey, I'd like to do something another time, that is if you want to. Ok cool! Hey, why are you closing the gate? Aren't you going to walk me to my door? I'd like to say goodnight properly if that's ok."
>It's one of these threads again
I want to stop reading but I can't.
>"Hi Anon! Are you coming to the poetry reading at the library today? Jack Prelutsky's going to be doing a reading! I-I'm also going to be reading a poem. What's it about? Well, if you'd come, you'd find out! It'd mean a lot to me for you to hear this poem, Anon..."
>"I can't believe highschool will finally be over in a couple of days. Isn't it surreal? And then after this summer we'll be going to different colleges, different states. It all seems to have come around so suddenly. I really mean what I said the other night Anon. About wanting us to stay together and all. I can understand if you'd prefer to meet new people and go out with someone you can be with every day, but please let me know before anything like that happen, okay? This year really has changed me in a lot of ways, and one thing I've come to realize, and I realize this sounds gooey or whatever, but one thing I know is that what I feel for you isn't just silly adoration or anything like that. The way I feel about you is all the evidence I'm ever going to need that love exists and that it's the finest feeling a person could want to experience. I really do love you a whole lot Anon, and it's been a privilege to spend these past couple of years as your girlfriend."
>"Anon. Anon, wake up. Anon I can see your eyes moving, come on get up! If you don't wake up now you won't get to open the presents I've bought you. Ha, I knew that would get your attention! Well, happy birthday Anon. Here are your presents. I put some real thought into getting stuff you would like, but if you don't like anything then I can take them back. Anon! I can't breathe! You're squeezing me too tight Anon! What's gotten over you, is being shown a little affection really so alien to you?"
Women aren't that verbose. That whole dialogue is way to formal. Having sex with someone breaks down the barriers; you've seen each other at a primal level. Women like this don't exist, it's just a beta fantasy.
>"Why are you looking at me like that Anon? Stop it! Anon! You're making me blush. You know you're really hard to read, you know that? The minute I think I have you all figured out you act so strangely that I hardly know who I'm dating!"
This, nobody, let alone women, speak like this. Everyone speaks so casually and simple, not as if they're trying to become part of some cliche VN. Its no wonder robots don't even talk to women, because they don't even know how they speak.
>"Wow you're right, the city looks so beautiful from here. I still wouldn't walk here all by myself though, especially at night like this! Hey, I'm getting kind of chilly. Do you want to go back to my dorm and listen to some music or something? We can get take-out if you're hungry."
that's the mistake i learned after so many failures is if you're back at someone's place you just need to take the initiate and stop getting to know each other
its too late for me now
>"Hey Anon could I introduce you to some of my friends before we go out this weekend? Only I've told them so much about you they're pretty much insisting that I let them meet you. What do you mean? Of course I want them to meet you. Why wouldn't I? Anon, I want you to be part of my life. That's what it means to go out with someone. You don't really think I'm embarrassed by you, do you? Anon the fact you're my boyfriend is least embarrassing thing about me."
>"Do you remember when we were just kids, when we'd walk back home after school together? You know even though were only young back then, I often felt like holding your hand while we were walking. I didn't even know what it meant for people to hold hands at that point, I just knew I wanted to hold yours! Did you ever think we'd end up going out? I always kinda hoped we would, but you know people change so much in highschool and drift apart. But there's something about you that's never changed, I can't say what it is exactly but sometimes when I look at smiling or goofing around or doing something around the apartment I can still see the same boy I so badly wanted to hold with all those years ago."
>"Anon, I hate to ask this but are we, like, going out? Only we've been seeing each other almost every day for weeks now, and if you wouldn't mind then I'd like us to be boyfriend and girlfriend. Is that ok with you, or am I being annoying? Are you sure? I mean nothing has to change or anything, it'll just be nice to know I can refer to you as my boyfriend from now on."
I NEED MORE OF THESE GREENTEXTS
THEY HURT BUT THEY'RE SO PERFECT
>anon thinks women talk like this
No not even. Women aren't even capable of even the most basic dialogue.
Here is every western woman summed up
> UM LIKE LIKE UM LIKE UM LIKE UM LIKE IM BORED UM LIKE LIKE BUY ME STUFF SO LIKE YEAH UM LIKE NETFLIX LOL YEAH NETFLIX UM I LIKE TO TRAVEL LOL XD LIKE SERIOUSLY FREE SPIRITED XD UM LIKEE
being chaste and hating women is 100000x easier than associating with them.
>"Why don't you just leave Anon? Can't you see everybody here is uncomfortable around you. Do you realize how unpleasant you are? You're so awkward, and it's obvious that you think your being as quiet and miserable as you are makes you deep or interesting or something else that you're so obviously not. I'm sure you finds reason to justify your terrible personality sometimes. I bet you often tell yourself that you're this innocent person surrounded by people who are corrupted or however you frame it. Really, it's so pathetic that I feel bad pointing out how childish and sad you really are. I mean you have no friends. Nobody wants to spend time with you. Are you really naive enough to think that it's something wrong with other people that makes them not want to be in your company unless they have to? Really Anon, I think you and I both know what action you should take to make up for the embarrassment that is your life. This world isn't for you, and the older you get the more you will resent it and yourself for bringing you nothing but misery and the occasional delusion of mutual attraction. Nobody could love someone like you. I bet you wouldn't even love yourself if you had a choice."
Why do you think realism is something to strive for? The majority of real women are vapid, empty sluts that bang a different dude every weekend. This is like 2D a fantasy that is better than reality.
OH BOY HERE WE GO
ROBOTS ON SUICIDE WATCH
Because you know OP is writing this at his own expense, and that what your ultimately watching is a form of entertainment consisting of a depressing young man drifting closer and closer to suicide.
I'm 95% convinced these threads are made to push other robots towards suicide. They start out all robots fantasy then develop into darker "kill yourself" shit.
Either way, I'm laughing my ass off
Own up to your sado-masochism, do not bottle your hate, let it flow through you and embrace the inevitable darkness
>"Yes, such has been my lot since childhood. Everyone read signs of non-existent evil traits in my features. But since they were expected to be there, they did make their appearance. Because I was reserved, they said I was sly, so I grew reticent. I was keenly aware of good and evil, but instead of being indulged I was insulted and so I became spiteful. I was sulky while other children were merry and talkative, but though I felt superior to them I was considered inferior. So I grew envious. I was ready to love the whole world, but no one understood me, and I learned to hate. My cheerless youth passed in conflict with myself and society, and fearing ridicule I buried my finest feelings deep in my heart, and there they died. I spoke the truth, but nobody believed me, so I began to practice duplicity. Having come to know society and its mainsprings, I became versed in the art of living and saw how others were happy without that proficiency, enjoying for free the favors I had so painfully striven for. It was then that despair was born in my heart--not the despair that is cured with a pistol, but a cold, impotent desperation, concealed under a polite exterior and a good-natured smile. I became a moral cripple; I had lost one half of my soul, for it had shriveled, dried up and died, and I had cut it off and cast it away, while the other half stirred and lived, adapted to serve every comer. No one noticed this, because no one suspected there had been another half. Now, however, you have awakened memories of it in me, and what I have just done is to read its epitaph to you. Many regard all epitaphs as ridiculous, but I do not, particularly when I remember what rests beneath them."
First I was shocked about how accurate this is, but it just further proves that I'm an archetype of a kind of human being. Too many feel this way and it tears me apart more than the fact that I'm not content with my life.
>"I had a dream about you last night. A nightmare actually. I'm worried about you. I know it's been a while since we last talked, and even longer since we connected, but I still find myself thinking about you. Don't be stranger, okay? Whatever you're dealing with, you can talk to me about it. Let me help you"
>"Look I can't ask you again. I'm ready to give up. I pour myself out to you and you're so cold you can't even respond. you have no criticisms, no suggestions, no feelings at all. What happened to you? I want the old you back, I can't fucking take this anymore. I need more. I need you. I need to feel something again or I don't know if we can stay together. Can you just fucking respond? please? Anything."
yeah, pic related
Finally, we're getting somewhere. The first line is perfect dialogue for a woman, simple but harsh.
I hate you anon
Why would you be such a goddanm monster
>"you never open up anon"
>"you need to let me in anon"
>"anon why don't you let me in"
>"do you not trust me anon"
>"how was your day anon? no really how was your day actually?"
>"anon tell me something you've never told someone else"
>"anon you always seem so distant"
>"is everything ok anon"