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On February 18 2013 13:40 SamsungStar wrote:Show nested quote +On February 18 2013 13:35 SolidMotion wrote:On February 18 2013 13:27 Shady Sands wrote:On February 18 2013 13:22 SolidMotion wrote:
Enter my fucked up story:
So my first experience ever falling for a girl was when I was 16... I wasn't nerdy but I had some of the best grades in my year, wasn't awful at sports either, just didn't excel at them, look wise I'd say slightly above average but nothing special. So i meet this girl at the beginning of the year who's new to town and I just have "the love on first sight" kinda thing, and I had never experienced that before. She wasn't insanely beautiful or anything either but everytime she smilled it just sparked something in me that I couldn't explain and I just wanted to be with her. Fate, being as funny as it is, also decided that she was going to be in almost all my classes. In hindsight, I probably was the first guy that talked to her at the school. Anyway... moving on.
So the first few months of the school year pass everything is going great, we're really good friends at that point as well... Fate strikes again but this time in a terrible way: both of her parents die in a freak car accident during christmas break. School starts again and then she just turns into somewhat of a ball of hate from that point on, losing all her friends and people start looking at her as a weirdo. She deals a lot of painful emotional shit to me as well at this point but I just can't seem to bring myself to let her down and I keep trying and talking to her to see if I can help, like a good friend would right ?
So not too long after that I somehow manage to get to her and she realizes she's lost almost all her friends and that even after all of this I'm still the only one around... I don't want to stay around here too much but suffice to say we get together not long after this, being really grateful for all I've done and all of that... From that point on until the last two months of school, I'm basically in paradise, all is going well, my life is great... and best of all I finally someone with whom I feel like I can share anything... appearances then also indicate that seems to be mutual. Then shit starts hitting the fan...
So during that time we were dating she was doing well again and started getting more social, especially with the people that were considered to be the "populars". Now, the popular people from the year I was in were kind of fucked up, and I had heard stories about the weird "games" and notion of fun they had but had never really payed attention to it, and in hindsight since my gf starting hanging out with them, I really should have... Man, I really wish I had...
During that time she started changing as well, she was slowly becoming like them and the stuff she sometime would say scared me, we got into a few fights over that as well... So we hit a point where she decides we have to take a break while she thinks things out, I get really bummed out but being really in love I decide to stay calm and let her do it, the fights and that all happened within a week, that should have been my first warning sign...
During the next 2 weeks we don't talk much, and then she calls me out to meet her at a local restaurant during the week-end. That restaurant is in front of my school, right next to the school there was wood, the wood basically served as a barrier between my school and the college right next to it. Suffice to say it was big enough that people could go into it and not be seen from the outside. So we eat, she seems to be normal, or at least her last two months normal and we talk over, when we're done eating we decide to go for a walk in said wood, which we usually did. So we do that... Going on that walk was one of the biggest mistakes of my life, and in hindsight, I don't know if there was anything I could have done about it.
So when we enter the wood we keep walking and then she stops making sense at starts screaming at me, I don't really remember much of what it was about but an arguement started and that led to one of the worst moment of my existence... Out of nowhere someone hit me in the back of the head with something really heavy, don't even know what it was, all i know is that it was painful and I felt I was bleeding. I think I lost consciousness there for a bit. When I came back to a few moments later, don't know how long it was, I was seeing her laughing with all of her friends... they were these "popular kids", guys and girl alike were there, all just laughing and yelling shit at me. My ex then just starts kissing the guy that was holding a baseball bat, which is basically the guy who hit me... Turns out they'd been together for a while now and no one seemed to have told me... I felt like a fucking fool... I won't go much into what happened next because I don't think I can write it down without breaking down... I'll just end it at "I was lucky enough to fall unconscious pretty fast".
I woke up two weeks later in the hospital and was told I had suffered two skull fracture, all my ribs were broken and yadi yada that they pretty much didn't know how the fuck I made it out alive... Nice wake up call huh ?
I managed to get back to school on the 2nd week of the last month... My life was hell for the next two weeks... Everyone knew what happened, they even got away with it. No one would talk to me, they made sure of it. Her bf and his gang would wait for me at the end and beat me up for the fun of it, I was still healing at that point too, which made it extremely painful...
Last week of school comes and I'm basically about go mentally breakdown... Last gym class of the year comes... I happen to walk behind him while he's bending over in his locker... I had a baseball bat in my hands at that point and I just couldn't take it anymore... I flipped out and I started hitting him... He was down and not moving after two hits but I was just so scared he was going to get up and start beating the shit out of me... So I just kept swinging and swinging... Some people finally tried stopping me... apparently it took 3... I don't have much memory from there, probably my brain shutting it down in hindsight...
I got a case out of it, but the judge knew of what happened so thats all I got, I was allowed to take the end of year exams that were the week after but I was basically banned from that school and had to move out after that...
The only satisfaction I hold from all of this is that this guy is now stuck in a wheelchair for the rest of his life... Call me a monster but that's one of the only things that looking back makes me really happy...
I really feel like shit now, I don't even want to write the second story... it's just so much worst... I don't know what happened to her after that and the least I know the better... As I heard after that they had been dating for the last 2 months before that happened, making fun of me within their circle... I just hope I don't see her again because the actions I commit if I do might not end up being pleasant for her... The second accident pretty much fucked my life up so bad that I don't think shit can be worst than they are now anyway...
I'm done... Holy fuck Solid you are a BAMF What are you doing nowadays? Nothing... My life's a mess and the other story (which I won't write) fucked me up a lot more than that... I'm just basically trying to figure out how to make a living without having to leave my house... My parents are helping me a fuck ton, they've been allowing me to live in their basement for the past 2 years without basically asking for anything in return but I love them and I don't want to be a burden on them... So yeah... Medicated, and going no where is what I'm doing now a days... :/ Sorry to hear it, Solid. That's pretty fucking horrible what she did to you. Good on you for fighting back. You stopped that asshole from bullying a LOT more people in the future. And sorry you feel so bad. You shouldn't though. That shit is totally not your fault. The world is a pretty fucked up place sometimes, and the more you put your trust in others, the more that fact grows clear. Don't let it bring you down, though. You'll get back in the saddle eventually 
Oh, I picked it back up after that accident... I went to college and all that for a year and a half and then the second "event" which I just don't want to talk about happened... That one was way worst and ended in my failed suicide... so yeah... That period of my life I view as bad and I can somewhat talk about, but the college part of my life I'd rather just avoid...
That last part happened 2 years ago and I'm better off than back then, so I doubt I'll be off to do much in the next 2-3 years :/
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On February 18 2013 13:22 Kukaracha wrote:Show nested quote +On February 18 2013 12:56 Shady Sands wrote:On February 18 2013 12:53 ControlMonkey wrote:
Samsung, you sound like a real catch. Any girl would be lucky to have you. If you want to fuck over your own legal, economic, and reproductive rights in the future just to impress a girl, be my guest. I don't really see the link here... Show nested quote +On February 18 2013 12:01 SamsungStar wrote:
It is definitely rough, but so is going to jail when you fall behind on child support. My whole problem with the huge bias towards women in terms of child custody and support is that if you go through the actual process of conceiving, gestating, delivering, and then raising a child, the man actually has very little choice in the matter. Here we agree, but it's a tricky matter. But after reading this thread, I wouldn't put the blame on divorce laws. I'd put the blame on mediocre couples. A good relationship will avoid most of these problems... if anything, because both partners can agree about the terms in advance, but also because there shouldn't be so much drama or backstabbing to begin with. I haven't seen many couples getting screwed over, maybe I just live in an amazing environment.
Yeah, I'd say you're lucky. I live in Central Florida, in a very affluent area, and jesus christ, there are no divorces as ugly as rich people divorces. Truly venomous people. I agree a good relationship avoids most of these problems. My problem is that American culture isn't lending itself well to producing good partners.
To Xiphos: For me, I don't like the serial dating thing. It just feels really shallow. Plus, I'm busy with my work and only have time to go out maybe once a week. Doesn't lend itself well to playing the field. Also, personality-wise I vastly prefer a single deep, intimate relationship to a dozen surface relationships with girls I don't particularly care for other than sex. I have abandonment issues as well from my peculiar childhood, so the vagaries of girls coming and going tends to tax my mental state. If they're just a cheap fling, it doesn't bother me. But a cheap fling doesn't hold my attention longer than a few nights. If I start investing feelings and she starts playing games, that really fucking bothers me, to the point where I can't work productively for a few days which bothers me even more. So, yeah, I think marriage or long-term relationships are just what work best for me. But that's not what most girls are into. They're more into ski trips to Aspen or romantic weekends in the Bahamas every other month. I don't have the time for that at this point in my life. But I also can't bring myself to jump into bed with a girl who's not hot. :\
To Shady: haha nah, not close to marriage to right now, but when I am, I'm going to Taipei. Forget America!
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On February 18 2013 13:49 SolidMotion wrote:Show nested quote +On February 18 2013 13:40 SamsungStar wrote:On February 18 2013 13:35 SolidMotion wrote:On February 18 2013 13:27 Shady Sands wrote:On February 18 2013 13:22 SolidMotion wrote:
Enter my fucked up story:
So my first experience ever falling for a girl was when I was 16... I wasn't nerdy but I had some of the best grades in my year, wasn't awful at sports either, just didn't excel at them, look wise I'd say slightly above average but nothing special. So i meet this girl at the beginning of the year who's new to town and I just have "the love on first sight" kinda thing, and I had never experienced that before. She wasn't insanely beautiful or anything either but everytime she smilled it just sparked something in me that I couldn't explain and I just wanted to be with her. Fate, being as funny as it is, also decided that she was going to be in almost all my classes. In hindsight, I probably was the first guy that talked to her at the school. Anyway... moving on.
So the first few months of the school year pass everything is going great, we're really good friends at that point as well... Fate strikes again but this time in a terrible way: both of her parents die in a freak car accident during christmas break. School starts again and then she just turns into somewhat of a ball of hate from that point on, losing all her friends and people start looking at her as a weirdo. She deals a lot of painful emotional shit to me as well at this point but I just can't seem to bring myself to let her down and I keep trying and talking to her to see if I can help, like a good friend would right ?
So not too long after that I somehow manage to get to her and she realizes she's lost almost all her friends and that even after all of this I'm still the only one around... I don't want to stay around here too much but suffice to say we get together not long after this, being really grateful for all I've done and all of that... From that point on until the last two months of school, I'm basically in paradise, all is going well, my life is great... and best of all I finally someone with whom I feel like I can share anything... appearances then also indicate that seems to be mutual. Then shit starts hitting the fan...
So during that time we were dating she was doing well again and started getting more social, especially with the people that were considered to be the "populars". Now, the popular people from the year I was in were kind of fucked up, and I had heard stories about the weird "games" and notion of fun they had but had never really payed attention to it, and in hindsight since my gf starting hanging out with them, I really should have... Man, I really wish I had...
During that time she started changing as well, she was slowly becoming like them and the stuff she sometime would say scared me, we got into a few fights over that as well... So we hit a point where she decides we have to take a break while she thinks things out, I get really bummed out but being really in love I decide to stay calm and let her do it, the fights and that all happened within a week, that should have been my first warning sign...
During the next 2 weeks we don't talk much, and then she calls me out to meet her at a local restaurant during the week-end. That restaurant is in front of my school, right next to the school there was wood, the wood basically served as a barrier between my school and the college right next to it. Suffice to say it was big enough that people could go into it and not be seen from the outside. So we eat, she seems to be normal, or at least her last two months normal and we talk over, when we're done eating we decide to go for a walk in said wood, which we usually did. So we do that... Going on that walk was one of the biggest mistakes of my life, and in hindsight, I don't know if there was anything I could have done about it.
So when we enter the wood we keep walking and then she stops making sense at starts screaming at me, I don't really remember much of what it was about but an arguement started and that led to one of the worst moment of my existence... Out of nowhere someone hit me in the back of the head with something really heavy, don't even know what it was, all i know is that it was painful and I felt I was bleeding. I think I lost consciousness there for a bit. When I came back to a few moments later, don't know how long it was, I was seeing her laughing with all of her friends... they were these "popular kids", guys and girl alike were there, all just laughing and yelling shit at me. My ex then just starts kissing the guy that was holding a baseball bat, which is basically the guy who hit me... Turns out they'd been together for a while now and no one seemed to have told me... I felt like a fucking fool... I won't go much into what happened next because I don't think I can write it down without breaking down... I'll just end it at "I was lucky enough to fall unconscious pretty fast".
I woke up two weeks later in the hospital and was told I had suffered two skull fracture, all my ribs were broken and yadi yada that they pretty much didn't know how the fuck I made it out alive... Nice wake up call huh ?
I managed to get back to school on the 2nd week of the last month... My life was hell for the next two weeks... Everyone knew what happened, they even got away with it. No one would talk to me, they made sure of it. Her bf and his gang would wait for me at the end and beat me up for the fun of it, I was still healing at that point too, which made it extremely painful...
Last week of school comes and I'm basically about go mentally breakdown... Last gym class of the year comes... I happen to walk behind him while he's bending over in his locker... I had a baseball bat in my hands at that point and I just couldn't take it anymore... I flipped out and I started hitting him... He was down and not moving after two hits but I was just so scared he was going to get up and start beating the shit out of me... So I just kept swinging and swinging... Some people finally tried stopping me... apparently it took 3... I don't have much memory from there, probably my brain shutting it down in hindsight...
I got a case out of it, but the judge knew of what happened so thats all I got, I was allowed to take the end of year exams that were the week after but I was basically banned from that school and had to move out after that...
The only satisfaction I hold from all of this is that this guy is now stuck in a wheelchair for the rest of his life... Call me a monster but that's one of the only things that looking back makes me really happy...
I really feel like shit now, I don't even want to write the second story... it's just so much worst... I don't know what happened to her after that and the least I know the better... As I heard after that they had been dating for the last 2 months before that happened, making fun of me within their circle... I just hope I don't see her again because the actions I commit if I do might not end up being pleasant for her... The second accident pretty much fucked my life up so bad that I don't think shit can be worst than they are now anyway...
I'm done... Holy fuck Solid you are a BAMF What are you doing nowadays? Nothing... My life's a mess and the other story (which I won't write) fucked me up a lot more than that... I'm just basically trying to figure out how to make a living without having to leave my house... My parents are helping me a fuck ton, they've been allowing me to live in their basement for the past 2 years without basically asking for anything in return but I love them and I don't want to be a burden on them... So yeah... Medicated, and going no where is what I'm doing now a days... :/ Sorry to hear it, Solid. That's pretty fucking horrible what she did to you. Good on you for fighting back. You stopped that asshole from bullying a LOT more people in the future. And sorry you feel so bad. You shouldn't though. That shit is totally not your fault. The world is a pretty fucked up place sometimes, and the more you put your trust in others, the more that fact grows clear. Don't let it bring you down, though. You'll get back in the saddle eventually Oh, I picked it back up after that accident... I went to college and all that for a year and a half and then the second "event" which I just don't want to talk about happened... That one was way worst and ended in my failed suicide... so yeah... That period of my life I view as bad and I can somewhat talk about, but the college part of my life I'd rather just avoid...
You mention the guy ending up in a wheelchair, but what about the girl ?
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On February 18 2013 13:51 Marti wrote:Show nested quote +On February 18 2013 13:49 SolidMotion wrote:On February 18 2013 13:40 SamsungStar wrote:On February 18 2013 13:35 SolidMotion wrote:On February 18 2013 13:27 Shady Sands wrote:On February 18 2013 13:22 SolidMotion wrote:
Enter my fucked up story:
So my first experience ever falling for a girl was when I was 16... I wasn't nerdy but I had some of the best grades in my year, wasn't awful at sports either, just didn't excel at them, look wise I'd say slightly above average but nothing special. So i meet this girl at the beginning of the year who's new to town and I just have "the love on first sight" kinda thing, and I had never experienced that before. She wasn't insanely beautiful or anything either but everytime she smilled it just sparked something in me that I couldn't explain and I just wanted to be with her. Fate, being as funny as it is, also decided that she was going to be in almost all my classes. In hindsight, I probably was the first guy that talked to her at the school. Anyway... moving on.
So the first few months of the school year pass everything is going great, we're really good friends at that point as well... Fate strikes again but this time in a terrible way: both of her parents die in a freak car accident during christmas break. School starts again and then she just turns into somewhat of a ball of hate from that point on, losing all her friends and people start looking at her as a weirdo. She deals a lot of painful emotional shit to me as well at this point but I just can't seem to bring myself to let her down and I keep trying and talking to her to see if I can help, like a good friend would right ?
So not too long after that I somehow manage to get to her and she realizes she's lost almost all her friends and that even after all of this I'm still the only one around... I don't want to stay around here too much but suffice to say we get together not long after this, being really grateful for all I've done and all of that... From that point on until the last two months of school, I'm basically in paradise, all is going well, my life is great... and best of all I finally someone with whom I feel like I can share anything... appearances then also indicate that seems to be mutual. Then shit starts hitting the fan...
So during that time we were dating she was doing well again and started getting more social, especially with the people that were considered to be the "populars". Now, the popular people from the year I was in were kind of fucked up, and I had heard stories about the weird "games" and notion of fun they had but had never really payed attention to it, and in hindsight since my gf starting hanging out with them, I really should have... Man, I really wish I had...
During that time she started changing as well, she was slowly becoming like them and the stuff she sometime would say scared me, we got into a few fights over that as well... So we hit a point where she decides we have to take a break while she thinks things out, I get really bummed out but being really in love I decide to stay calm and let her do it, the fights and that all happened within a week, that should have been my first warning sign...
During the next 2 weeks we don't talk much, and then she calls me out to meet her at a local restaurant during the week-end. That restaurant is in front of my school, right next to the school there was wood, the wood basically served as a barrier between my school and the college right next to it. Suffice to say it was big enough that people could go into it and not be seen from the outside. So we eat, she seems to be normal, or at least her last two months normal and we talk over, when we're done eating we decide to go for a walk in said wood, which we usually did. So we do that... Going on that walk was one of the biggest mistakes of my life, and in hindsight, I don't know if there was anything I could have done about it.
So when we enter the wood we keep walking and then she stops making sense at starts screaming at me, I don't really remember much of what it was about but an arguement started and that led to one of the worst moment of my existence... Out of nowhere someone hit me in the back of the head with something really heavy, don't even know what it was, all i know is that it was painful and I felt I was bleeding. I think I lost consciousness there for a bit. When I came back to a few moments later, don't know how long it was, I was seeing her laughing with all of her friends... they were these "popular kids", guys and girl alike were there, all just laughing and yelling shit at me. My ex then just starts kissing the guy that was holding a baseball bat, which is basically the guy who hit me... Turns out they'd been together for a while now and no one seemed to have told me... I felt like a fucking fool... I won't go much into what happened next because I don't think I can write it down without breaking down... I'll just end it at "I was lucky enough to fall unconscious pretty fast".
I woke up two weeks later in the hospital and was told I had suffered two skull fracture, all my ribs were broken and yadi yada that they pretty much didn't know how the fuck I made it out alive... Nice wake up call huh ?
I managed to get back to school on the 2nd week of the last month... My life was hell for the next two weeks... Everyone knew what happened, they even got away with it. No one would talk to me, they made sure of it. Her bf and his gang would wait for me at the end and beat me up for the fun of it, I was still healing at that point too, which made it extremely painful...
Last week of school comes and I'm basically about go mentally breakdown... Last gym class of the year comes... I happen to walk behind him while he's bending over in his locker... I had a baseball bat in my hands at that point and I just couldn't take it anymore... I flipped out and I started hitting him... He was down and not moving after two hits but I was just so scared he was going to get up and start beating the shit out of me... So I just kept swinging and swinging... Some people finally tried stopping me... apparently it took 3... I don't have much memory from there, probably my brain shutting it down in hindsight...
I got a case out of it, but the judge knew of what happened so thats all I got, I was allowed to take the end of year exams that were the week after but I was basically banned from that school and had to move out after that...
The only satisfaction I hold from all of this is that this guy is now stuck in a wheelchair for the rest of his life... Call me a monster but that's one of the only things that looking back makes me really happy...
I really feel like shit now, I don't even want to write the second story... it's just so much worst... I don't know what happened to her after that and the least I know the better... As I heard after that they had been dating for the last 2 months before that happened, making fun of me within their circle... I just hope I don't see her again because the actions I commit if I do might not end up being pleasant for her... The second accident pretty much fucked my life up so bad that I don't think shit can be worst than they are now anyway...
I'm done... Holy fuck Solid you are a BAMF What are you doing nowadays? Nothing... My life's a mess and the other story (which I won't write) fucked me up a lot more than that... I'm just basically trying to figure out how to make a living without having to leave my house... My parents are helping me a fuck ton, they've been allowing me to live in their basement for the past 2 years without basically asking for anything in return but I love them and I don't want to be a burden on them... So yeah... Medicated, and going no where is what I'm doing now a days... :/ Sorry to hear it, Solid. That's pretty fucking horrible what she did to you. Good on you for fighting back. You stopped that asshole from bullying a LOT more people in the future. And sorry you feel so bad. You shouldn't though. That shit is totally not your fault. The world is a pretty fucked up place sometimes, and the more you put your trust in others, the more that fact grows clear. Don't let it bring you down, though. You'll get back in the saddle eventually Oh, I picked it back up after that accident... I went to college and all that for a year and a half and then the second "event" which I just don't want to talk about happened... That one was way worst and ended in my failed suicide... so yeah... That period of my life I view as bad and I can somewhat talk about, but the college part of my life I'd rather just avoid... You mention the guy ending up in a wheelchair, but what about the girl ?
No clue, less I know the better.
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On February 18 2013 13:22 SolidMotion wrote:
Enter my fucked up story:
So my first experience ever falling for a girl was when I was 16... I wasn't nerdy but I had some of the best grades in my year, wasn't awful at sports either, just didn't excel at them, look wise I'd say slightly above average but nothing special. So i meet this girl at the beginning of the year who's new to town and I just have "the love on first sight" kinda thing, and I had never experienced that before. She wasn't insanely beautiful or anything either but everytime she smilled it just sparked something in me that I couldn't explain and I just wanted to be with her. Fate, being as funny as it is, also decided that she was going to be in almost all my classes. In hindsight, I probably was the first guy that talked to her at the school. Anyway... moving on.
So the first few months of the school year pass everything is going great, we're really good friends at that point as well... Fate strikes again but this time in a terrible way: both of her parents die in a freak car accident during christmas break. School starts again and then she just turns into somewhat of a ball of hate from that point on, losing all her friends and people start looking at her as a weirdo. She deals a lot of painful emotional shit to me as well at this point but I just can't seem to bring myself to let her down and I keep trying and talking to her to see if I can help, like a good friend would right ?
So not too long after that I somehow manage to get to her and she realizes she's lost almost all her friends and that even after all of this I'm still the only one around... I don't want to stay around here too much but suffice to say we get together not long after this, being really grateful for all I've done and all of that... From that point on until the last two months of school, I'm basically in paradise, all is going well, my life is great... and best of all I finally someone with whom I feel like I can share anything... appearances then also indicate that seems to be mutual. Then shit starts hitting the fan...
So during that time we were dating she was doing well again and started getting more social, especially with the people that were considered to be the "populars". Now, the popular people from the year I was in were kind of fucked up, and I had heard stories about the weird "games" and notion of fun they had but had never really payed attention to it, and in hindsight since my gf starting hanging out with them, I really should have... Man, I really wish I had...
During that time she started changing as well, she was slowly becoming like them and the stuff she sometime would say scared me, we got into a few fights over that as well... So we hit a point where she decides we have to take a break while she thinks things out, I get really bummed out but being really in love I decide to stay calm and let her do it, the fights and that all happened within a week, that should have been my first warning sign...
During the next 2 weeks we don't talk much, and then she calls me out to meet her at a local restaurant during the week-end. That restaurant is in front of my school, right next to the school there was wood, the wood basically served as a barrier between my school and the college right next to it. Suffice to say it was big enough that people could go into it and not be seen from the outside. So we eat, she seems to be normal, or at least her last two months normal and we talk over, when we're done eating we decide to go for a walk in said wood, which we usually did. So we do that... Going on that walk was one of the biggest mistakes of my life, and in hindsight, I don't know if there was anything I could have done about it.
So when we enter the wood we keep walking and then she stops making sense at starts screaming at me, I don't really remember much of what it was about but an arguement started and that led to one of the worst moment of my existence... Out of nowhere someone hit me in the back of the head with something really heavy, don't even know what it was, all i know is that it was painful and I felt I was bleeding. I think I lost consciousness there for a bit. When I came back to a few moments later, don't know how long it was, I was seeing her laughing with all of her friends... they were these "popular kids", guys and girl alike were there, all just laughing and yelling shit at me. My ex then just starts kissing the guy that was holding a baseball bat, which is basically the guy who hit me... Turns out they'd been together for a while now and no one seemed to have told me... I felt like a fucking fool... I won't go much into what happened next because I don't think I can write it down without breaking down... I'll just end it at "I was lucky enough to fall unconscious pretty fast".
I woke up two weeks later in the hospital and was told I had suffered two skull fracture, all my ribs were broken and yadi yada that they pretty much didn't know how the fuck I made it out alive... Nice wake up call huh ?
I managed to get back to school on the 2nd week of the last month... My life was hell for the next two weeks... Everyone knew what happened, they even got away with it. No one would talk to me, they made sure of it. Her bf and his gang would wait for me at the end and beat me up for the fun of it, I was still healing at that point too, which made it extremely painful...
Last week of school comes and I'm basically about go mentally breakdown... Last gym class of the year comes... I happen to walk behind him while he's bending over in his locker... I had a baseball bat in my hands at that point and I just couldn't take it anymore... I flipped out and I started hitting him... He was down and not moving after two hits but I was just so scared he was going to get up and start beating the shit out of me... So I just kept swinging and swinging... Some people finally tried stopping me... apparently it took 3... I don't have much memory from there, probably my brain shutting it down in hindsight...
I got a case out of it, but the judge knew of what happened so thats all I got, I was allowed to take the end of year exams that were the week after but I was basically banned from that school and had to move out after that...
The only satisfaction I hold from all of this is that this guy is now stuck in a wheelchair for the rest of his life... Call me a monster but that's one of the only things that looking back makes me really happy...
I really feel like shit now, I don't even want to write the second story... it's just so much worst... I don't know what happened to her after that and the least I know the better... As I heard after that they had been dating for the last 2 months before that happened, making fun of me within their circle... I just hope I don't see her again because the actions I commit if I do might not end up being pleasant for her... The second accident pretty much fucked my life up so bad that I don't think shit can be worst than they are now anyway...
I'm done...
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No one has ever loved me, so I've never had a break up to experience.
Any friends I know just have boring "oh we broke up" stories.
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The stories in here cut deep. I'm lucky not to have made some of the mistakes that you guys did at a young age. A lot of the stories sound like being ignorant of what your partner was up to, though, and I have a nose for that kind of shit. Probably a product of the venomous influence of my family.
But, on more recent posts:
On February 18 2013 11:59 SamsungStar wrote:Show nested quote +On February 18 2013 11:48 Xiphos wrote:
"The problem is what comes AFTER charisma."
This really goes to how you sell yourself to the girl. Say that if you pulled out your best performance in the earlier stage with the girl. You can absolutely get laid within the first week with her with it but as I said many times in the thread is that you need to act attractive to her at all time w/o showing a single sign of weakness.
Most man would go do ballzy stuff to impress the lady at the beginning such as buying an expansive gifts and/or singing her a song, drawing her portrait, writting poetry/romantic letters. This all show you have great confidence to her and she likes you because of those but once you get into a relationship with her, its a whole another dimensional plays. If you really observe on what a women wants if you ask her "Hey which restaurant would you prefer? What kind of music do you like?" Her answer would usually be "I'm not sure.", "Oh any kind would be fine.". When she says those things that means she WANTS a man to make those decisions for her. They always want to be guided by a person of power.
What this infers is that after the spark that you manage to conjured up with splints, the decision making skills of your determines whether she will stick with you or not. Not saying that you need to keep her on a leash or anything because she will test out your dominance throughout the relation. By this factor, it really answers all question of when she wants you to open up, it really is a test for you to stay in control. But then again you need to look for specific patterns in your conversations. If she randomly goes up and bring up the topic that means she is testing you but however if thing starts to gradually develops to that point and she says it with genuineness, you probably need to comfort her on that.
Unfortunately it is usually man who cracks under those tests fail to truly please his ladyfriend. And of course over the lone term, this whole facade that you are keeping on gets harder and harder to keep up as your spirits and ressources gets drained up by her.
TLDR: Keep in mind the rule that the "best cards are the ones that you haven't played yet". So don't give her your best performance at contact but give yourselves time to accumulate more skills and banter for the sake that she won't cheat on you. I agree with what you're saying. I would also say that this just highlights how ludicrous female expectations are when a relationship, ideally speaking, should be a 50/50 partnership of mutual respect, support, and attraction. What you've described is nigh on parasitic and inhumane. A man should ALWAYS be at the top of his game, can't fail, flawless, blow her socks off, or else she'll take off for the next guy who's puffing out his chest and playing his best hand at the start to get her into bed. What in the hell happened to "stand by your man"? What happened to in sickness and in health? My god. I guess every time I roll over in bed and my gf's having a bad hair day, I should run out and fuck her hot friend. Or I should sleep with the girl working at the local starbucks when my gf's on her period. And she should be okay with this and understand. Because that's how the game is played.
You guys are right about this for a certain type of girl. That's not to say there aren't a lot of people out there who are like this, but if you have any kind of experience with less-than-honest women (and I don't mean the kind of dishonesty where it helps your personal relationship with them, you don't want to know everything, just about things that would otherwise cause you harm/discomfort) then you know what the red flags are. Every single post in this thread begins with huge warning signs when a story is included. I'd rather stick my dick in a food processor than near someone with some of the personality traits that are listed. Even if they have a nice body.
In raising the child and custody, if it goes to arbitration, chances are vastly in favor of the woman keeping custody with man only given visitation rights, weekends etc. Child support's sum is based on man's income. He has very little choice in the matter beyond spending heaps of money on a lawyer and a possible prenuptial which for most middle class Americans is highly unrealistic. 1:4.
I've been living with my girlfriend and her family for 2 years, and we met online over 3 years ago playing WoW together (lol). I love her to death and plan to marry her, but would never do so without a prenup, and she understand that. If someone refuses to accept your financial responsibilities as a part of you, they are not a keeper.
I live in Philadelphia, and holy shit infidelity is common. So are bad breakups, etc. Some of the girls I work with do slutty things and screw guys over in the process, and some are just plain manipulative, but it's so easy to tell who is long-term relationship material or not, for me. Which is fucking odd, because my current relationship is the only one I've ever been in.
We argue from time to time, mostly about things to do with her family and the fact that I'm not financially supporting her and her daughter (she doesn't blame me, she just wants an easier life, same as everyone), but I don't mind. When I say "we argue" what I should really say is "she yells and I calmly reason". She's Puerto Rican and conversations in this house always involve yelling, which is hilarious. But, another thing that I think makes a very large difference (note, I'm listing basically all the conflict, because the why I'm with her is much more boring) is that while I care deeply for her and would be devastated if something happened to her, and I respect her, I will keep on living no matter what happens. If she decided she was better off without me, I would be alright. And I'd know that she was looking out for herself and her daughter, which I respect. I expect everyone around me to act in their own self interest, and it's pleasant when that overlaps with mine. Life is as simple as you make it, even if you are not a simple person.
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You got duped by a whore, and learned to trust your instincts and that vengeance feels good. Hone your instincts, grow yourself as a person, and you will go far. And get to know somebody's motivations before you get involved with them. You met a new person who was pleasant, who then underwent trauma and took it out on herself. Even before she lashed out at her friends and you, (which you stuck through) she was in a bad way. I knew a girl just like this in high school, she is still on my facebook, and I thought she was hot in 8th grade or so. Even if someone like that doesn't fall in with the wrong crowd, they're a timebomb. You can't have a stable relationship until YOU are stable. Regardless of what you want out of it, things get "complicated" or "confusing" when you don't know who you are and where you're at.
By the way, if your hands are still in good shape (not sure based on your post) you should really try investing yourself into a hobby that involves creating something. Woodworking, stoneworking, programming, design, and music can all give you some supplemental income in addition to a "real" job whenever that comes. And, more importantly, they give you the satisfaction that your creations are out there. Like the difference between writing incredible stories on TL (think Shady S.) versus putting them in a book, and having it published. Even if you don't make a ton of money, you made something fantastic.
Now let's get to discussin'.
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On February 18 2013 14:28 aeroblaster wrote:
No one has ever loved me, so I've never had a break up to experience.
Any friends I know just have boring "oh we broke up" stories.
I will love you, my friend. Together we will venture forth into the great beyond and forge our destinies in adventure.
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CapnAmerica, I don't post much but I must say you are my new hero. Keep on rockin it man.
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On February 18 2013 14:37 CapnAmerica wrote:_____________________________________________ You got duped by a whore, and learned to trust your instincts and that vengeance feels good. Hone your instincts, grow yourself as a person, and you will go far. And get to know somebody's motivations before you get involved with them. You met a new person who was pleasant, who then underwent trauma and took it out on herself. Even before she lashed out at her friends and you, (which you stuck through) she was in a bad way. I knew a girl just like this in high school, she is still on my facebook, and I thought she was hot in 8th grade or so. Even if someone like that doesn't fall in with the wrong crowd, they're a timebomb. You can't have a stable relationship until YOU are stable. Regardless of what you want out of it, things get "complicated" or "confusing" when you don't know who you are and where you're at. By the way, if your hands are still in good shape (not sure based on your post) you should really try investing yourself into a hobby that involves creating something. Woodworking, stoneworking, programming, design, and music can all give you some supplemental income in addition to a "real" job whenever that comes. And, more importantly, they give you the satisfaction that your creations are out there. Like the difference between writing incredible stories on TL (think Shady S.) versus putting them in a book, and having it published. Even if you don't make a ton of money, you made something fantastic. Now let's get to discussin'.
My hands are still in good shape...
I've been interested in music and programming and have tried them both but the problem I've had since the last two years is that I've never been able to maintain constant interest in something, even with SC2. Like, I'll be close to finally getting somewhat good at one thing and then all my motivation will drop and I'll move on to something else feeling like shit. I can't really explain how that came to be but with all the medication I have right now I couldn't figure it out even if I tried. >.<
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On February 18 2013 13:22 SolidMotion wrote:
Enter my fucked up story:
So my first experience ever falling for a girl was when I was 16... I wasn't nerdy but I had some of the best grades in my year, wasn't awful at sports either, just didn't excel at them, look wise I'd say slightly above average but nothing special. So i meet this girl at the beginning of the year who's new to town and I just have "the love on first sight" kinda thing, and I had never experienced that before. She wasn't insanely beautiful or anything either but everytime she smilled it just sparked something in me that I couldn't explain and I just wanted to be with her. Fate, being as funny as it is, also decided that she was going to be in almost all my classes. In hindsight, I probably was the first guy that talked to her at the school. Anyway... moving on.
So the first few months of the school year pass everything is going great, we're really good friends at that point as well... Fate strikes again but this time in a terrible way: both of her parents die in a freak car accident during christmas break. School starts again and then she just turns into somewhat of a ball of hate from that point on, losing all her friends and people start looking at her as a weirdo. She deals a lot of painful emotional shit to me as well at this point but I just can't seem to bring myself to let her down and I keep trying and talking to her to see if I can help, like a good friend would right ?
So not too long after that I somehow manage to get to her and she realizes she's lost almost all her friends and that even after all of this I'm still the only one around... I don't want to stay around here too much but suffice to say we get together not long after this, being really grateful for all I've done and all of that... From that point on until the last two months of school, I'm basically in paradise, all is going well, my life is great... and best of all I finally someone with whom I feel like I can share anything... appearances then also indicate that seems to be mutual. Then shit starts hitting the fan...
So during that time we were dating she was doing well again and started getting more social, especially with the people that were considered to be the "populars". Now, the popular people from the year I was in were kind of fucked up, and I had heard stories about the weird "games" and notion of fun they had but had never really payed attention to it, and in hindsight since my gf starting hanging out with them, I really should have... Man, I really wish I had...
During that time she started changing as well, she was slowly becoming like them and the stuff she sometime would say scared me, we got into a few fights over that as well... So we hit a point where she decides we have to take a break while she thinks things out, I get really bummed out but being really in love I decide to stay calm and let her do it, the fights and that all happened within a week, that should have been my first warning sign...
During the next 2 weeks we don't talk much, and then she calls me out to meet her at a local restaurant during the week-end. That restaurant is in front of my school, right next to the school there was wood, the wood basically served as a barrier between my school and the college right next to it. Suffice to say it was big enough that people could go into it and not be seen from the outside. So we eat, she seems to be normal, or at least her last two months normal and we talk over, when we're done eating we decide to go for a walk in said wood, which we usually did. So we do that... Going on that walk was one of the biggest mistakes of my life, and in hindsight, I don't know if there was anything I could have done about it.
So when we enter the wood we keep walking and then she stops making sense at starts screaming at me, I don't really remember much of what it was about but an arguement started and that led to one of the worst moment of my existence... Out of nowhere someone hit me in the back of the head with something really heavy, don't even know what it was, all i know is that it was painful and I felt I was bleeding. I think I lost consciousness there for a bit. When I came back to a few moments later, don't know how long it was, I was seeing her laughing with all of her friends... they were these "popular kids", guys and girl alike were there, all just laughing and yelling shit at me. My ex then just starts kissing the guy that was holding a baseball bat, which is basically the guy who hit me... Turns out they'd been together for a while now and no one seemed to have told me... I felt like a fucking fool... I won't go much into what happened next because I don't think I can write it down without breaking down... I'll just end it at "I was lucky enough to fall unconscious pretty fast".
I woke up two weeks later in the hospital and was told I had suffered two skull fracture, all my ribs were broken and yadi yada that they pretty much didn't know how the fuck I made it out alive... Nice wake up call huh ?
I managed to get back to school on the 2nd week of the last month... My life was hell for the next two weeks... Everyone knew what happened, they even got away with it. No one would talk to me, they made sure of it. Her bf and his gang would wait for me at the end and beat me up for the fun of it, I was still healing at that point too, which made it extremely painful...
Last week of school comes and I'm basically about go mentally breakdown... Last gym class of the year comes... I happen to walk behind him while he's bending over in his locker... I had a baseball bat in my hands at that point and I just couldn't take it anymore... I flipped out and I started hitting him... He was down and not moving after two hits but I was just so scared he was going to get up and start beating the shit out of me... So I just kept swinging and swinging... Some people finally tried stopping me... apparently it took 3... I don't have much memory from there, probably my brain shutting it down in hindsight...
I got a case out of it, but the judge knew of what happened so thats all I got, I was allowed to take the end of year exams that were the week after but I was basically banned from that school and had to move out after that...
The only satisfaction I hold from all of this is that this guy is now stuck in a wheelchair for the rest of his life... Call me a monster but that's one of the only things that looking back makes me really happy...
I really feel like shit now, I don't even want to write the second story... it's just so much worst... I don't know what happened to her after that and the least I know the better... As I heard after that they had been dating for the last 2 months before that happened, making fun of me within their circle... I just hope I don't see her again because the actions I commit if I do might not end up being pleasant for her... The second accident pretty much fucked my life up so bad that I don't think shit can be worst than they are now anyway...
I'm done...
Holy christ. I'm in this now, please continue.
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To Capn: Hindsight is 20/20 and the guy on the outside always sees what's going on. It's 100% different to the guy on the inside. Why? Because the girl is actually trying to keep her shit hidden from her man. She could care less about what the co-worker thinks.
Also, when a girl can suck the chrome off a sink faucet, has legs that run for days, and wakes you up in the morning with a warm-towel massage and a lavender oil handjob, yeah, you can get lost in the mix pretty quick. What I've highlighted in this thread is all the BAD shit a girl can get up to. You're completely forgetting the part where these same girls are fucking experts at indulging in the finer things in life. They know how to hook a man.
These are not the pretty girl, graveyard lays. These are the fucking wildcats who are down for the most horrible, degrading, depraved acts your male mind could possibly conjure up. Not only are they down for it, they are eager. Time in bed is not about love and sharing and tenderness. It is about hair-pulling, leg-trembling, face-slapping, ass-tonguing, mind-blowing carnal fucking carnage. These are the girls who ride you like you're the last roller coaster on earth, the ones who pull on their fishnets slow as the shifting of a tectonic plate while staring into the depths of your soul to see if there is enough man hiding in there to satisfy them. They're the ones who wake you up in the middle of the night with a drop of sizzling hot wax on your forehead, laugh as you scream WTF, and then shove you back down onto the bed as they do a slow, wet split onto your manhood.
They are the ones who never complain, never nag, never yell, never get jealous. They pay for their own meals. They'll even do your laundry and cook for you when they're in the mood. They'll buy you gifts, they'll leave little I <3 U cards in random places where you don't expect them. They are romantic and seductive and attentive. They're vibrant and witty and full of life. They like running in the forest and fucking under waterfalls. They like calling you at 2 am to go skinny dipping when it's freezing out and they'll do so simply by texting you a picture of an erect, half-submerged nipple. And you'll go. And you'll get violently ill the next day. But you don't give a fuck because it was an unforgettable night.
They'll fuck you in your car just to change things up, and they're flexible enough to even make it satisfying. And then they'll write a sweet little message on the steamy window that you won't even find until the next time it rains and your dad is in the car with you and he's asking why you wrote "To my favorite flavor, XOXO" on the window.
And then, she'll leave you. And she won't say why. She'll just smile and say the memories you made together meant the world to her and she still loves you with all her heart. The only thing is she loves everybody else as well .
So call them whores if you want. Call them bad girls. Say they put up all the red flags and you should just stay away. Say that there are decent girls out there who are looking for something stable. And I'll agree with you. But there's a reason many men get broken by the man-eaters. There's a reason when they crook a finger the masses come running. It's because, sometimes, they're just that fucking good. The problem is they know it.
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On February 18 2013 15:14 SamsungStar wrote:To Capn: Hindsight is 20/20 and the guy on the outside always sees what's going on. It's 100% different to the guy on the inside. Why? Because the girl is actually trying to keep her shit hidden from her man. She could care less about what the co-worker thinks. Also, when a girl can suck the chrome off a sink faucet, has legs that run for days, and wakes you up in the morning with a warm-towel massage and a lavender oil handjob, yeah, you can get lost in the mix pretty quick. What I've highlighted in this thread is all the BAD shit a girl can get up to. You're completely forgetting the part where these same girls are fucking experts at indulging in the finer things in life. They know how to hook a man. These are not the pretty girl, graveyard lays. These are the fucking wildcats who are down for the most horrible, degrading, depraved acts your male mind could possibly conjure up. Not only are they down for it, they are eager. Time in bed is not about love and sharing and tenderness. It is about hair-pulling, leg-trembling, face-slapping, ass-tonguing, mind-blowing carnal fucking carnage. These are the girls who ride you like you're the last roller coaster on earth, the ones who pull on their fishnets slow as the shifting of a tectonic plate while staring into the depths of your soul to see if there is enough man hiding in there to satisfy them. They're the ones who wake you up in the middle of the night with a drop of sizzling hot wax on your forehead, laugh as you scream WTF, and then shove you back down onto the bed as they do a slow, wet split onto your manhood. They are the ones who never complain, never nag, never yell, never get jealous. They pay for their own meals. They'll even do your laundry and cook for you when they're in the mood. They'll buy you gifts, they'll leave little I <3 U cards in random places where you don't expect them. They are romantic and seductive and attentive. They're vibrant and witty and full of life. They like running in the forest and fucking under waterfalls. They like calling you at 2 am to go skinny dipping when it's freezing out and they'll do so simply by texting you a picture of an erect, half-submerged nipple. And you'll go. And you'll get violently ill the next day. But you don't give a fuck because it was an unforgettable night. They'll fuck you in your car just to change things up, and they're flexible enough to even make it satisfying. And then they'll write a sweet little message on the steamy window that you won't even find until the next time it rains and your dad is in the car with you and he's asking why you wrote "To my favorite flavor, XOXO" on the window. And then, she'll leave you. And she won't say why. She'll just smile and say the memories you made together meant the world to her and she still loves you with all her heart. The only thing is she loves everybody else as well . So call them whores if you want. Call them bad girls. Say they put up all the red flags and you should just stay away. Say that there are decent girls out there who are looking for something stable. And I'll agree with you. But there's a reason many men get broken by the man-eaters. There's a reason when they crook a finger the masses come running. It's because, sometimes, they're just that fucking good. The problem is they know it.
I think that post just made the thread to be honest... /bow
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On February 18 2013 15:14 SamsungStar wrote:To Capn: Hindsight is 20/20 and the guy on the outside always sees what's going on. It's 100% different to the guy on the inside. Why? Because the girl is actually trying to keep her shit hidden from her man. She could care less about what the co-worker thinks. Also, when a girl can suck the chrome off a sink faucet, has legs that run for days, and wakes you up in the morning with a warm-towel massage and a lavender oil handjob, yeah, you can get lost in the mix pretty quick. What I've highlighted in this thread is all the BAD shit a girl can get up to. You're completely forgetting the part where these same girls are fucking experts at indulging in the finer things in life. They know how to hook a man. These are not the pretty girl, graveyard lays. These are the fucking wildcats who are down for the most horrible, degrading, depraved acts your male mind could possibly conjure up. Not only are they down for it, they are eager. Time in bed is not about love and sharing and tenderness. It is about hair-pulling, leg-trembling, face-slapping, ass-tonguing, mind-blowing carnal fucking carnage. These are the girls who ride you like you're the last roller coaster on earth, the ones who pull on their fishnets slow as the shifting of a tectonic plate while staring into the depths of your soul to see if there is enough man hiding in there to satisfy them. They're the ones who wake you up in the middle of the night with a drop of sizzling hot wax on your forehead, laugh as you scream WTF, and then shove you back down onto the bed as they do a slow, wet split onto your manhood. They are the ones who never complain, never nag, never yell, never get jealous. They pay for their own meals. They'll even do your laundry and cook for you when they're in the mood. They'll buy you gifts, they'll leave little I <3 U cards in random places where you don't expect them. They are romantic and seductive and attentive. They're vibrant and witty and full of life. They like running in the forest and fucking under waterfalls. They like calling you at 2 am to go skinny dipping when it's freezing out and they'll do so simply by texting you a picture of an erect, half-submerged nipple. And you'll go. And you'll get violently ill the next day. But you don't give a fuck because it was an unforgettable night. They'll fuck you in your car just to change things up, and they're flexible enough to even make it satisfying. And then they'll write a sweet little message on the steamy window that you won't even find until the next time it rains and your dad is in the car with you and he's asking why you wrote "To my favorite flavor, XOXO" on the window. And then, she'll leave you. And she won't say why. She'll just smile and say the memories you made together meant the world to her and she still loves you with all her heart. The only thing is she loves everybody else as well . So call them whores if you want. Call them bad girls. Say they put up all the red flags and you should just stay away. Say that there are decent girls out there who are looking for something stable. And I'll agree with you. But there's a reason many men get broken by the man-eaters. There's a reason when they crook a finger the masses come running. It's because, sometimes, they're just that fucking good. The problem is they know it.
This post wins the thread.
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There's always a "but". All those things you listed are temptations. I'm no saint, and I have emotions, but I see it coming a mile away. I've seen every opportunity that I've had to put myself in a position where I can indulge in all that craziness and fantastic, beautiful, unrestrained life. But I won't. I think like an economist, my friend. I don't want a front-loaded investment that will cost me in the long run. I don't want to deal with all the bullshit associated with having a good fuck, or fifty, when you're fucking with fire.
You say :
Hindsight is 20/20 and the guy on the outside always sees what's going on. It's 100% different to the guy on the inside. Why? Because the girl is actually trying to keep her shit hidden from her man. She could care less about what the co-worker thinks.
But it takes a change in who you are to be the person on the 'inside'. I am well versed in manipulation, lies, and bullshit from the opposite sex. But not because of romantic relationships. The moment you let yourself ignore your instincts you are lost. There is a point of no return always, where delusions are easier to handle than the world you really live in. But if you're cold enough and smart enough, you will never, ever be caught out by this kind of behavior. The only people who will actually cause you harm are the ones you let. Men, women, it doesn't matter. You can abuse and manipulate people with their desires regardless of if you're talking about sex or money or religion.
The impossibly easy 'trick' is to know what makes you happy and pursuing it. If you pursue what makes you happy exclusively, you won't end up in tears, flavor or not.
What people chase that puts them "inside" and at the mercy of another person is the idea that things will somehow be better when they detach themselves from logic for the thrill. And they will love it, until the end. It's a personal choice if you want to make it. But it's by no means some impossible choice to avoid being fucked, literally.
p.s. I want you to write a romance novel, you treacherous dog.
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On February 18 2013 15:14 SamsungStar wrote:
These are not the pretty girl, graveyard lays. These are the fucking wildcats who are down for the most horrible, degrading, depraved acts your male mind could possibly conjure up. Not only are they down for it, they are eager. Time in bed is not about love and sharing and tenderness. It is about hair-pulling, leg-trembling, face-slapping, ass-tonguing, mind-blowing carnal fucking carnage. These are the girls who ride you like you're the last roller coaster on earth, the ones who pull on their fishnets slow as the shifting of a tectonic plate while staring into the depths of your soul to see if there is enough man hiding in there to satisfy them. They're the ones who wake you up in the middle of the night with a drop of sizzling hot wax on your forehead, laugh as you scream WTF, and then shove you back down onto the bed as they do a slow, wet split onto your manhood.
You can have all that in a loving committed relationship too.
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On February 18 2013 15:32 KwarK wrote:Show nested quote +On February 18 2013 15:14 SamsungStar wrote:
These are not the pretty girl, graveyard lays. These are the fucking wildcats who are down for the most horrible, degrading, depraved acts your male mind could possibly conjure up. Not only are they down for it, they are eager. Time in bed is not about love and sharing and tenderness. It is about hair-pulling, leg-trembling, face-slapping, ass-tonguing, mind-blowing carnal fucking carnage. These are the girls who ride you like you're the last roller coaster on earth, the ones who pull on their fishnets slow as the shifting of a tectonic plate while staring into the depths of your soul to see if there is enough man hiding in there to satisfy them. They're the ones who wake you up in the middle of the night with a drop of sizzling hot wax on your forehead, laugh as you scream WTF, and then shove you back down onto the bed as they do a slow, wet split onto your manhood. You can have all that in a loving committed relationship too.
True that.
But we keep the 50 Shades of Grey stuff under wraps, so nobody else needs to know.
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This thread have some seriously depressing contents, are you guys exaggerating or what?
I guess I'm lucky I have never met any truly evil person in my life.
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50 shades is fucked up. You shouldn't go anywhere near that "her mouth said no but her eyes said yes" shit, that sounds interesting in the rape fantasy way but it's rape in the rape way. The way you get dirty shit with a girl in a committed relationship is you actually stop when she says no and then she knows you're not a rapist and feels comfortable with the rope and the blindfold.
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On February 18 2013 15:34 haduken wrote:
This thread have some seriously depressing contents, are you guys exaggerating or what?
I guess I'm lucky I have never met any truly evil person in my life.
I know. I feel kind of sheltered.
This is almost as depressing as reading YouTube comments. Hmmm.
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