Any innocence about women and the nature thereof has been laid permanently to rest. Also, any vestiges of starry-eyed romanticism are likewise as dead as the bird in the Monty Python "Parrot Sketch".
This did not occur merely as a result of taking up the banging of whores. I started that 20 years ago. No, I'd say it's a combination of my last 5 years of life combined with perhaps the particular whores I've banged over the last 2-3 years. Maybe I've just been banging the wrong whores but I don't think so. I think it just takes time for Reality to sink in through years of mis-education and inaccurate lessons taught by well-meaning but equally clueless adults during childhood.
R.I.P., spa's innocence. I put the time of death some time back in 2016. About 30 years later than it should've died, but better late than never.