You think of yourself as revered, successful, maybe even attractive and wanted by Women. But you don’t want those Women, you only want the Women who don’t care about you, who view you as useless and nothing but a walking wallet. You have no value to Me outside of your money. Everyone in your life who cares about you doesn’t know what a sexual degenerate you are, nothing but a jerkaholic who can’t stop throwing all his money at beautiful bratty Women like Me. You are addicted to paying Me and I am the only person that matters to you. You crave being My walking wallet, My human ATM. Nothing you ever say or do will ever matter to Me, and when I tell you that, the only thing you want to do is throw more money at Me. You can’t get enough. Your addiction runs deep and you don’t know what you would do without Me, so you keep sending because that’s the only reason I am keeping you around, the only thing you’re good for, and you love it. I don’t even remember your name and I never will, you’re just a nameless and faceless wallet and that’s all I care about.