It was halloween and my mom got a crisis therapist to my home, i dont remember what crisis situation I was in, but the therapist was about my age and blonde, I played with open cards and talked about how much of a miserable incel I was, she tried to convince me that I'm actually a great guy, I tried to disagree, but she ended up sleeping with me, she talked to me day and night about the most beautiful things, then she said if she were to continue this her career would be over, the next day I was out with some friends and ran into her, I introduced her to some friends, and she became sympathetic to me again, though she was a little less enthusiastic, I said jokingly "you would laugh more if I was 6 foot 6 and had a better jawline" i left, she went after me and comforted me, promising to stay with me, i didnt believe her and cheated on her with another girl, when i told her, she said that it is okay, that she would always love me and that she would stick by me; never felt anything like this before in real life, but its evident my dreams are much better
