I know this is as wrong of a place as any (except maybe the couch of a Therapist) to voice this, but I feel like I am in a part of this situation but in reverse:
I always try to openly communicate that my affection does not come from love or is at its core pure. And yet sometimes a poor soul ignores my warning and decides to ignore the signs and gives their love anyways. They all break under it sooner or later.
A prisoner of my own Fate I won't stop either as isolation would break me if I would not consume a lover from time to time.
Das kriege ich im Club viel billiger