Has anyone here ever experienced the death of a papa (male supporter) or girl they were seeing, or heard about it from someone else?

I don’t have any social connections through the dating club, and I’ve kept the number of women I see to a minimum, so thankfully I haven’t yet had to see or hear of anyone passing away. A funeral is something you can attend even without an invitation. Rather than rushing over right away, I think it would also be thoughtful to visit their grave once things have settled down and offer a single stick of incense. Am I the only one who wants to be that kind of papa (a male supporter)?

Crying over someone who has died may sound sentimental, but it’s actually quite egotistical. You’re the one who wanted that person to keep living, which means that, in a sense, you’re crying “for yourself.” Wouldn’t it be better to think about how to treat the people who are still alive with sincerity? They could die tomorrow, too. P.S. I wondered whether I’d cry if one of the girls I’m currently seeing died. I probably wouldn’t, and I wouldn’t go to her funeral either. On the other hand, there are several girls who I think would cry—or even sob uncontrollably—if I died. There are also girls I feel I’d be willing to die in place of. If I were to cry over a girl’s death, it would probably be because I felt helpless and frustrated that I could have saved her but failed to do so. P.S. 2 > Date-san Do girls really want their papa (male supporter) to come to their funeral? Well, since they’d be dead, they wouldn’t be able to want it or not want it. The reason I wouldn’t go to a girl’s funeral is that I’d want to erase my own existence from the very end and send her back in peace, untouched by me. I wouldn’t cry because, at every pay-per-meeting date, I make sure to settle both my feelings and the money so I have no regrets.

I think I understand how you feel. Unfortunately, it’s only natural that what you can do is limited by the nature of the relationship. Though I believe you, the person asking the question, understand that very well. Tears become harder to stop when you try to hold them back. Why not just let them flow? It’s certainly nothing to brag about, but I once broke down crying in broad daylight on Shijō Bridge. Time does heal some things, but that process isn’t a straight line. It moves back and forth, side to side, and sometimes even goes around in circles, which can of course be painful. I still haven’t been able to accept it myself, but these days, I feel that all we can do is keep living.