Bandit
06-19-2008, 09:58 AM
Ok, the run down on me...
Your personality type is INTJ.
Introverted (I) 93% Extraverted (E) 7%
Intuitive (N) 55% Sensing (S) 45%
Thinking (T) 95% Feeling (F) 5%
Judging (J) 82% Perceiving (P) 18%
Prior Military 9 years in the Marine Corps.. I left after being offered a reenlistment bonus of 15k, simply for the reason that I found it to be restrictive on my future growth... ie..
At the the time I needed the military as I was a teenage thug.
The kind of guy you didn’t' want your daughter to date... fighting at the drop of a hat. Only interested in putting your little girls feetprints on the roof of my car. I was/am extreme user of women
I found friendships that didn’t' involve me utilizing the other person as a tool to do my bidding almost impossible.. , I was actually able to control and convince weaker minded individuals to commit offenses such as purse snatching and armed robbery..
Luckily though I never got seriously hemmed up for my actions as a youth and was able to join the Marine Corps... thus I straightened out my life to a point and any desire for criminal activity ceased.. (although hindsight being 20/20, I believe that I never really had a desire for illegal activity, just a desire to see what kind of stupid things I could actually get people to do in order to impress or please me)..
Let me go back even further...
I'm an only child, lived on a farm in Athens (Hull Georgia) as a kid with no neighbors... just the dogs, horses, and such... parents were both cops, then truck drivers, so I was a bit of a latchkey kid. There was a black baby sitter that would come by on occasion with her daughters, they were 15 at the time and would take me out behind the barn to play with my mushroom cap, and have me go down on them.. My father was extremely abusive of both me and my mother, even going so far as to handcuff and beat her in front of me as a child.. He was also a juvenile diabetic, thus he is insulin dependent and found things such as taking his injection and falling to the floor pretending to be dead extremely amusing... even to the point of making me cry thinking that I had just lost my dad, as I had no real understanding of diabetes and insulin injections at the time.. Inevitably he would stand up laughing and tell me not to be such a pussy...
Parents divorced when I was eight, and my mother was given custody.. however my father came to my school and kidnapped me.. and took me to Missouri.. where he remarried an extremely abusive lady, who had a daughter of her own, two years younger than myself.. My stepmothers favorite pastime was to engage herself in tormenting me by creating fictious stories of my misdeeds to inform my father so that he would whoop my ass when he got home from work.. as well as just being a female tyrant so far as I was concerned...
This I suppose was also about the time that I learned or was taught that being violent solved a lot of problems.. A bully in my neighborhood made kicking my ass his daily past time... well up until my dad found out.. At which time I was informed that no son of his would be a pussy.. So his answer to the problem was teaching me the ability to pull out "RAGE" and use it as I desired.. this was accomplished by him slapping me around with his hands until I cried, and then slapping me harder and pushing me around until I exploded into a rage ( only then would he stop)..or taking a "Tonka Truck" grasping it by the axles and beating me with that, again only relenting when I flew into a violent rage.. Shortly there after learning this valuable life lesson my issues with the bully ceased when I kicked the living shit out of him... and continued beating him after he fell, only stopping when I was forcibly pulled off.. (my first real rage against a person and it scared me what I was capable of doing), I just seemed to escape inside myself during rage, I felt no pain, no sorrow, no mercy... just a machine chugging along until the work was done.. I had numerous fights in high school as well, which is probably how I ended up being accepted by the wrong crowd.. the same individuals that I was later able to manipulate into doing my bidding...
During my tenure in the hell house, I got along with my step sister to a point although I was able to manipulate her as well to a point.. and found her to be a bit of a nuisance... We screwed around a little bit as kids since we were very close in age and coming into our sexuality... sneaking down to the parents room to peak at the dirty video tapes and trying to reenact scenes from them.. up to and including intercourse... I also managed to have sex with my one of my friends mom on numerous occasions during this time frame in my life to.. I was 14 and she was 29.. (parents wondered why I always wanted to spend the night over at his house)... lol.. and he wondered why I always slept in his moms room... lol...
I was allowed to see my mom during the summers... (summer visitation).. this I now believe was a welcome break from the toils of my daily life as a kid.. I visited her twice over the course of two years before secretly making a decision to stay on the next trip or third trip.. The morning of the trip that I knew I wouldn’t be coming back from I was making eggs when my step mother at the time came into the kitchen, and decided to hit me in the head with a coffee mug because I had placed the spoons in the knife place on the dish holder after washing them.. I exploded and through her over the kitchen table, pushed her down, held her with the rape choke and had a cast iron skillet in my other hand before the terror in her eyes actually pierced through me just enough to snap me out of the moment.. I then grabbed what I could of my stuff caught a cab to the bus station and was off.. never to return... I was 14..
I did receive a call from my dad a few weeks later, where he informed me that since I decided to live with my mom that I was no longer his son, and that he had no need for further dialogue with me.. which in all honesty.. I didn’t care.. Well, the situation at the new home with mom and my step dad and his son and daughter wasn’t a picnic either.. as he was abusive of my mother as well..(My mom is a real loser, in that she loved to pick abusive men) the only difference being that he only tried laying his hands on me once...
During a dinner he backhanded me as he didn’t seem to have an appreciation for my sarcastic wit or the fact that I was many times more intelligent than him and roughly the same size... I responded by taking my lick, walking out side to the horse barn and grabbing a maul... (A cross between a blunt axe, and a 12 pound sledge hammer) I then walked back in the house, into the kitchen and smashed it right down through the center of the kitchen table, while they were still seated.. (man that made a mess, mash potatoes, green beans, went everywhere) step brother and sister went scurrying away like roaches with the lights turned on and my step dad looked at me in disbelief and I saw fear.. which is what I wanted... from the point on he never put his hands on me again.. or my mom in my presence..
Other than that things on the farm were for the most part uneventful.. some fights here and there but nothing spectacular...rode horses, competed in shows, barrel racing, pole bending, rode bulls.. etc. I'm an avid horse rider...
At 16 my mom and step dad separated and my mom moved to Atlanta Georgia.. just a bit west of my original home which was Athens Ga... unfortunately this time it was the city.. Marrietta to be exact, and I attended Wheeler High School..
This I had hoped would be kind of a home coming, in that I was finally back in Georgia.. but it turned out that coming from the farms into a big city high school isn’t no picnic.. Thus I got even more tough real quick, and learned to really hate blacks (a feeling which has diminishd as I have matured).. as the inner city blacks seemed to have a serious grudge against me.. I won a few and lost of few.. took some licks, and gave some better ones, but managed to establish the fact that fucking with me wasn’t going to be a walk in the park.. no matter who you were.. and that I was the type of guy that would beat you after you were unconscious... Thus I was readily accepted by the wrong crowd.. (a small group of want to be skin heads, with a lot of hate and no real leader).. this lead me to my little juvenile crime spree, thefts, home invasions, armed robberies (usually we would catch the night shift manager in the parking lot leaving the store in the evening with the days deposits for the bank) I will say that I am thankful no one was ever hurt..., fights, and carrying a .44 bulldog in my waste band at 17 etc... oddly enough I managed to maintain straight A's in school up until senior year when I decided that I just didn’t care and that school was boring..
I finished off my Georgia Highschool career when I got into an altercation with the principle where I struck him.. thus two days later I erased a message on the answering machine to my mom from the superintendent stating that I was expelled and not invited back... My mom eventually found out, and moved out on me.. (literally) I would go out for 2,3 6 days at a time without calling or checking in... the last time I did I came home to find an empty house.. (all except my stuff and $200 on the table in an envelope.) with a cheesy letter about she didn’t know what to do with me, learning life’s lessons etc...
Well I was stumped as to what to do, so I called my grandmother and she arranged for me to finish high school at an alternative school in Florida..(for us socially non compatible kids..lol).. Well it didn’t take the teachers long to figure out that although socially I was a screw up, I was also extremely intelligent.. so I became the teachers pet so to speak.. Well this would lead to an incident in which one of the girls attending this school made a comment about it, to which I used my natural sarcasm and some remarks about her growing up to be a worn out crack whore to cut her off.. she escalated, and slapped me, I in turn used a left hook to tattoo her into the floor..
Again I was asked to leave school, luckily one of the teachers there showed some mercy and gave me a huge stack of work packets to complete for credit towards graduation.. (to do at home).. it took me about a week to finish these and return them.. the school mailed me a diploma..
Well I was slated to go into the Marines in July as presumably that is generally a short while after school lets out.. I however managed to finish up all of these packets in December and had 6 months to do nothing.. so I worked for my grandfather painting houses.. and spent most of my free time fucking off, but managing to stay out of trouble..
This I suppose is when I first discovered my gifts (with women) that is.. in that I was always able to have a girl when I needed one.. not a problem.. getting laid was unbelievably easy for me... even though I was pretty reserved and didn’t go out much, preferring to stay to myself..
All it took was a little conversation or for me to take an interest in the conquest and the deal was done.. I will cover this in more detail later....
Well I made it into the Marines, and found that this was an extremely interesting career choice.. and something that I was good at.. I partied with a very select few, tending to only have one real friend at any given time, the rest being acquaintances or items for my amusement... I rose through the ranks quickly stationed in Japan the whole time.. picking up SSGT in 5 years.. I got married and I lateral moved to EOD and finished my time in the service.
Married.. interesting.. back to the girl think I discussed earlier.. I soon learned that one of my greatest abilities was the ability to weave dreams... ie.. I could be anything that I needed to be for a female to accept me and eventually sleep with me.. Almost to the point of being able to morph my personality during the beginning to achieve my objective....
Its not that I am extremely handsome, probably a 7 on the 1-10 scale, 5’9 185 muscular build, but not buff… I was a gym rat a lot of my life… but what I did was that I handed out promises, hope, and perceived caring, like a soup at a homeless kitchen.. it meant nothing other than I got what I wanted... I slept with a lot of women, during this time.. well over 50 I'm sure.. Many of which became ensnarled with the hope, that I was the one, and fell needlessly for me.. I in turn reciprocated the feelings until I had no further use, and just went on to the next project... sometimes taking extreme amusement in their emotional torment..
During this time I met my wife... beautiful girl, kind, gentle, sweet, and perhaps the most unfortunate victim of me to date.. Not a whole lot of story here, other than she has never wronged me, and I was always so pissed that no matter how much I turned on the Judgmental portion of my personality she never wronged or faulted me.. hanging in, when more intelligent women would have cut and run... On a side note, I did not marry her because I loved her, I married because she thought I loved her, but because my objective was to spend more time overseas.. and the only way to do this was to get married and get an accompanied tour.. so in a sick twisted kind of way, I used her to accomplish a business goal..
Through our entire marriage I have probably never been faithful for more than 2 months at a stretch.. having cheated on her with more than 100 women over the course of our ten year relationship.. currently the last strange that I got was 4 weeks ago from a girl I've been banging on and off for a few years.. who amazingly is hoping upon hope that I will change and be the one for her as well... (She doesn’t know I'm married) just thinks I have a live in girlfriend that I am not content with.. Oh and yeah I still had plenty of other women during this time frame as well... I have never been caught. suspicions have been raised but I think when a spouse asks questions along these lines.. that they probably really want you to lie to them as the truth would shatter them..
Sexually I would say I’m a bit of a freak.. I’ve done or tried everything imaginable with women.. two ways, three ways, me and two girls, two guys and a girl, gang bangs, toys, videos.. the whole gambit.. all with willing partners.. I had a phase where I picked up a lot of lesbian and bisexual chics… in the bedroom I can be Jekyll or Hide.. I prefer to be a tender, gentle lover, that loves nothing more than to pleasure my partner, with lot’s of foreplay, questions, kissing etc.. or I can be the guy that donkey punches a girl in the ribs and suddenly rams it in her ass.. it just depends on who she is and what mood I’m in…. as for experience.. well aside from being a man whore, and being with a lot of women.. I studied the art, read books… and did everything I could imagine to increase not only my skill but my knowledge in that area.. I wanted to master it… be all that I could be… lol.. I’m not hung like a mule or anything.. just a touch over 6 inches and thicker than most.. but enough to get the mission accomplished… I always got a rise from being told I was the best they ever had.. this of course would be followed in the coming weeks with letters, comments or email to the effect that I am the “greatest mind fuck of all” as I was never really here nor there.. with them… I kept relationships under my control and on my terms at all times… and rationed out my time to females.. like it was a precious gift, that they should be so lucky…
Yes I am probably well aware the some of you reading this think that I am a sociopath with is probably true. however I do have a conscience, but only with a select few. I sit and think, and wonder and analyze my actions, and cannot understand what impulse leads me to continually pursue them. I can’t understand why I cannot truly feel for someone the way that I know that I should.. I don’t want to hurt those that I am close too.. as I feel that some including my wife have put in to much time and effort and thus are not deserving of being cut loose with nothing for their investment of time..
Believe it or not to meet me you would have no idea.. as I am able to easily hold a conversation about a variety of topics, very articulate with my speech.. and highly intelligent with an IQ in the low 160’s… I have always been successful in business, and done quite well at anything that I have ever chosen to do.. and have always been compassionate of animals..
When I left the Corps I decided to get a Scott Trade account and learn the market… starting out with 5k I managed to amass 650k over the next two years.. but I found it boring staring at little charts, reading IBD everyday etc.. thus is became extremely mundane… so I decided to try real estate.. I have always been extremely skilled with my hands so I began buying fixer uppers and flipping them on the market.. I did well here as well but soon tired of this.. So I purchased a commercial building and opened my own business.. taking care of animals… (I have always felt a special affinity toward animals..) anyways I opened a dog daycare and the first year pulled 200k in sales from my newest project.. Now I find myself at 30 years old, two years into the business.. dissatisfied with its progress and have listed it for sale.. With the goal of opening up another more grand facility in a demographically better location… I have written books, and software and profited from every imaginable aspect of the business… so I have always been fortunate with any endeavor that I have ever chosen to pursue..
I suppose the reason that I am writing all this is that I am perhaps coming into self awareness now. As I have so many choices on the table, and to some extent have rationalized.. analyzed and looked at them from every possible angle.. without coming to a clear solution…
I suppose at 30 I have a desire to start life over.. ie.. try again but this time from the morally right side of the fence.. I have an over powering urge to complete this business sale, sell my house, furniture assets etc.. convert all to cash and head for a new area.. a new pasture a new life.. tell the wife to pack her shit and go and just start completely over… from scratch…
Your personality type is INTJ.
Introverted (I) 93% Extraverted (E) 7%
Intuitive (N) 55% Sensing (S) 45%
Thinking (T) 95% Feeling (F) 5%
Judging (J) 82% Perceiving (P) 18%
Prior Military 9 years in the Marine Corps.. I left after being offered a reenlistment bonus of 15k, simply for the reason that I found it to be restrictive on my future growth... ie..
At the the time I needed the military as I was a teenage thug.
The kind of guy you didn’t' want your daughter to date... fighting at the drop of a hat. Only interested in putting your little girls feetprints on the roof of my car. I was/am extreme user of women
I found friendships that didn’t' involve me utilizing the other person as a tool to do my bidding almost impossible.. , I was actually able to control and convince weaker minded individuals to commit offenses such as purse snatching and armed robbery..
Luckily though I never got seriously hemmed up for my actions as a youth and was able to join the Marine Corps... thus I straightened out my life to a point and any desire for criminal activity ceased.. (although hindsight being 20/20, I believe that I never really had a desire for illegal activity, just a desire to see what kind of stupid things I could actually get people to do in order to impress or please me)..
Let me go back even further...
I'm an only child, lived on a farm in Athens (Hull Georgia) as a kid with no neighbors... just the dogs, horses, and such... parents were both cops, then truck drivers, so I was a bit of a latchkey kid. There was a black baby sitter that would come by on occasion with her daughters, they were 15 at the time and would take me out behind the barn to play with my mushroom cap, and have me go down on them.. My father was extremely abusive of both me and my mother, even going so far as to handcuff and beat her in front of me as a child.. He was also a juvenile diabetic, thus he is insulin dependent and found things such as taking his injection and falling to the floor pretending to be dead extremely amusing... even to the point of making me cry thinking that I had just lost my dad, as I had no real understanding of diabetes and insulin injections at the time.. Inevitably he would stand up laughing and tell me not to be such a pussy...
Parents divorced when I was eight, and my mother was given custody.. however my father came to my school and kidnapped me.. and took me to Missouri.. where he remarried an extremely abusive lady, who had a daughter of her own, two years younger than myself.. My stepmothers favorite pastime was to engage herself in tormenting me by creating fictious stories of my misdeeds to inform my father so that he would whoop my ass when he got home from work.. as well as just being a female tyrant so far as I was concerned...
This I suppose was also about the time that I learned or was taught that being violent solved a lot of problems.. A bully in my neighborhood made kicking my ass his daily past time... well up until my dad found out.. At which time I was informed that no son of his would be a pussy.. So his answer to the problem was teaching me the ability to pull out "RAGE" and use it as I desired.. this was accomplished by him slapping me around with his hands until I cried, and then slapping me harder and pushing me around until I exploded into a rage ( only then would he stop)..or taking a "Tonka Truck" grasping it by the axles and beating me with that, again only relenting when I flew into a violent rage.. Shortly there after learning this valuable life lesson my issues with the bully ceased when I kicked the living shit out of him... and continued beating him after he fell, only stopping when I was forcibly pulled off.. (my first real rage against a person and it scared me what I was capable of doing), I just seemed to escape inside myself during rage, I felt no pain, no sorrow, no mercy... just a machine chugging along until the work was done.. I had numerous fights in high school as well, which is probably how I ended up being accepted by the wrong crowd.. the same individuals that I was later able to manipulate into doing my bidding...
During my tenure in the hell house, I got along with my step sister to a point although I was able to manipulate her as well to a point.. and found her to be a bit of a nuisance... We screwed around a little bit as kids since we were very close in age and coming into our sexuality... sneaking down to the parents room to peak at the dirty video tapes and trying to reenact scenes from them.. up to and including intercourse... I also managed to have sex with my one of my friends mom on numerous occasions during this time frame in my life to.. I was 14 and she was 29.. (parents wondered why I always wanted to spend the night over at his house)... lol.. and he wondered why I always slept in his moms room... lol...
I was allowed to see my mom during the summers... (summer visitation).. this I now believe was a welcome break from the toils of my daily life as a kid.. I visited her twice over the course of two years before secretly making a decision to stay on the next trip or third trip.. The morning of the trip that I knew I wouldn’t be coming back from I was making eggs when my step mother at the time came into the kitchen, and decided to hit me in the head with a coffee mug because I had placed the spoons in the knife place on the dish holder after washing them.. I exploded and through her over the kitchen table, pushed her down, held her with the rape choke and had a cast iron skillet in my other hand before the terror in her eyes actually pierced through me just enough to snap me out of the moment.. I then grabbed what I could of my stuff caught a cab to the bus station and was off.. never to return... I was 14..
I did receive a call from my dad a few weeks later, where he informed me that since I decided to live with my mom that I was no longer his son, and that he had no need for further dialogue with me.. which in all honesty.. I didn’t care.. Well, the situation at the new home with mom and my step dad and his son and daughter wasn’t a picnic either.. as he was abusive of my mother as well..(My mom is a real loser, in that she loved to pick abusive men) the only difference being that he only tried laying his hands on me once...
During a dinner he backhanded me as he didn’t seem to have an appreciation for my sarcastic wit or the fact that I was many times more intelligent than him and roughly the same size... I responded by taking my lick, walking out side to the horse barn and grabbing a maul... (A cross between a blunt axe, and a 12 pound sledge hammer) I then walked back in the house, into the kitchen and smashed it right down through the center of the kitchen table, while they were still seated.. (man that made a mess, mash potatoes, green beans, went everywhere) step brother and sister went scurrying away like roaches with the lights turned on and my step dad looked at me in disbelief and I saw fear.. which is what I wanted... from the point on he never put his hands on me again.. or my mom in my presence..
Other than that things on the farm were for the most part uneventful.. some fights here and there but nothing spectacular...rode horses, competed in shows, barrel racing, pole bending, rode bulls.. etc. I'm an avid horse rider...
At 16 my mom and step dad separated and my mom moved to Atlanta Georgia.. just a bit west of my original home which was Athens Ga... unfortunately this time it was the city.. Marrietta to be exact, and I attended Wheeler High School..
This I had hoped would be kind of a home coming, in that I was finally back in Georgia.. but it turned out that coming from the farms into a big city high school isn’t no picnic.. Thus I got even more tough real quick, and learned to really hate blacks (a feeling which has diminishd as I have matured).. as the inner city blacks seemed to have a serious grudge against me.. I won a few and lost of few.. took some licks, and gave some better ones, but managed to establish the fact that fucking with me wasn’t going to be a walk in the park.. no matter who you were.. and that I was the type of guy that would beat you after you were unconscious... Thus I was readily accepted by the wrong crowd.. (a small group of want to be skin heads, with a lot of hate and no real leader).. this lead me to my little juvenile crime spree, thefts, home invasions, armed robberies (usually we would catch the night shift manager in the parking lot leaving the store in the evening with the days deposits for the bank) I will say that I am thankful no one was ever hurt..., fights, and carrying a .44 bulldog in my waste band at 17 etc... oddly enough I managed to maintain straight A's in school up until senior year when I decided that I just didn’t care and that school was boring..
I finished off my Georgia Highschool career when I got into an altercation with the principle where I struck him.. thus two days later I erased a message on the answering machine to my mom from the superintendent stating that I was expelled and not invited back... My mom eventually found out, and moved out on me.. (literally) I would go out for 2,3 6 days at a time without calling or checking in... the last time I did I came home to find an empty house.. (all except my stuff and $200 on the table in an envelope.) with a cheesy letter about she didn’t know what to do with me, learning life’s lessons etc...
Well I was stumped as to what to do, so I called my grandmother and she arranged for me to finish high school at an alternative school in Florida..(for us socially non compatible kids..lol).. Well it didn’t take the teachers long to figure out that although socially I was a screw up, I was also extremely intelligent.. so I became the teachers pet so to speak.. Well this would lead to an incident in which one of the girls attending this school made a comment about it, to which I used my natural sarcasm and some remarks about her growing up to be a worn out crack whore to cut her off.. she escalated, and slapped me, I in turn used a left hook to tattoo her into the floor..
Again I was asked to leave school, luckily one of the teachers there showed some mercy and gave me a huge stack of work packets to complete for credit towards graduation.. (to do at home).. it took me about a week to finish these and return them.. the school mailed me a diploma..
Well I was slated to go into the Marines in July as presumably that is generally a short while after school lets out.. I however managed to finish up all of these packets in December and had 6 months to do nothing.. so I worked for my grandfather painting houses.. and spent most of my free time fucking off, but managing to stay out of trouble..
This I suppose is when I first discovered my gifts (with women) that is.. in that I was always able to have a girl when I needed one.. not a problem.. getting laid was unbelievably easy for me... even though I was pretty reserved and didn’t go out much, preferring to stay to myself..
All it took was a little conversation or for me to take an interest in the conquest and the deal was done.. I will cover this in more detail later....
Well I made it into the Marines, and found that this was an extremely interesting career choice.. and something that I was good at.. I partied with a very select few, tending to only have one real friend at any given time, the rest being acquaintances or items for my amusement... I rose through the ranks quickly stationed in Japan the whole time.. picking up SSGT in 5 years.. I got married and I lateral moved to EOD and finished my time in the service.
Married.. interesting.. back to the girl think I discussed earlier.. I soon learned that one of my greatest abilities was the ability to weave dreams... ie.. I could be anything that I needed to be for a female to accept me and eventually sleep with me.. Almost to the point of being able to morph my personality during the beginning to achieve my objective....
Its not that I am extremely handsome, probably a 7 on the 1-10 scale, 5’9 185 muscular build, but not buff… I was a gym rat a lot of my life… but what I did was that I handed out promises, hope, and perceived caring, like a soup at a homeless kitchen.. it meant nothing other than I got what I wanted... I slept with a lot of women, during this time.. well over 50 I'm sure.. Many of which became ensnarled with the hope, that I was the one, and fell needlessly for me.. I in turn reciprocated the feelings until I had no further use, and just went on to the next project... sometimes taking extreme amusement in their emotional torment..
During this time I met my wife... beautiful girl, kind, gentle, sweet, and perhaps the most unfortunate victim of me to date.. Not a whole lot of story here, other than she has never wronged me, and I was always so pissed that no matter how much I turned on the Judgmental portion of my personality she never wronged or faulted me.. hanging in, when more intelligent women would have cut and run... On a side note, I did not marry her because I loved her, I married because she thought I loved her, but because my objective was to spend more time overseas.. and the only way to do this was to get married and get an accompanied tour.. so in a sick twisted kind of way, I used her to accomplish a business goal..
Through our entire marriage I have probably never been faithful for more than 2 months at a stretch.. having cheated on her with more than 100 women over the course of our ten year relationship.. currently the last strange that I got was 4 weeks ago from a girl I've been banging on and off for a few years.. who amazingly is hoping upon hope that I will change and be the one for her as well... (She doesn’t know I'm married) just thinks I have a live in girlfriend that I am not content with.. Oh and yeah I still had plenty of other women during this time frame as well... I have never been caught. suspicions have been raised but I think when a spouse asks questions along these lines.. that they probably really want you to lie to them as the truth would shatter them..
Sexually I would say I’m a bit of a freak.. I’ve done or tried everything imaginable with women.. two ways, three ways, me and two girls, two guys and a girl, gang bangs, toys, videos.. the whole gambit.. all with willing partners.. I had a phase where I picked up a lot of lesbian and bisexual chics… in the bedroom I can be Jekyll or Hide.. I prefer to be a tender, gentle lover, that loves nothing more than to pleasure my partner, with lot’s of foreplay, questions, kissing etc.. or I can be the guy that donkey punches a girl in the ribs and suddenly rams it in her ass.. it just depends on who she is and what mood I’m in…. as for experience.. well aside from being a man whore, and being with a lot of women.. I studied the art, read books… and did everything I could imagine to increase not only my skill but my knowledge in that area.. I wanted to master it… be all that I could be… lol.. I’m not hung like a mule or anything.. just a touch over 6 inches and thicker than most.. but enough to get the mission accomplished… I always got a rise from being told I was the best they ever had.. this of course would be followed in the coming weeks with letters, comments or email to the effect that I am the “greatest mind fuck of all” as I was never really here nor there.. with them… I kept relationships under my control and on my terms at all times… and rationed out my time to females.. like it was a precious gift, that they should be so lucky…
Yes I am probably well aware the some of you reading this think that I am a sociopath with is probably true. however I do have a conscience, but only with a select few. I sit and think, and wonder and analyze my actions, and cannot understand what impulse leads me to continually pursue them. I can’t understand why I cannot truly feel for someone the way that I know that I should.. I don’t want to hurt those that I am close too.. as I feel that some including my wife have put in to much time and effort and thus are not deserving of being cut loose with nothing for their investment of time..
Believe it or not to meet me you would have no idea.. as I am able to easily hold a conversation about a variety of topics, very articulate with my speech.. and highly intelligent with an IQ in the low 160’s… I have always been successful in business, and done quite well at anything that I have ever chosen to do.. and have always been compassionate of animals..
When I left the Corps I decided to get a Scott Trade account and learn the market… starting out with 5k I managed to amass 650k over the next two years.. but I found it boring staring at little charts, reading IBD everyday etc.. thus is became extremely mundane… so I decided to try real estate.. I have always been extremely skilled with my hands so I began buying fixer uppers and flipping them on the market.. I did well here as well but soon tired of this.. So I purchased a commercial building and opened my own business.. taking care of animals… (I have always felt a special affinity toward animals..) anyways I opened a dog daycare and the first year pulled 200k in sales from my newest project.. Now I find myself at 30 years old, two years into the business.. dissatisfied with its progress and have listed it for sale.. With the goal of opening up another more grand facility in a demographically better location… I have written books, and software and profited from every imaginable aspect of the business… so I have always been fortunate with any endeavor that I have ever chosen to pursue..
I suppose the reason that I am writing all this is that I am perhaps coming into self awareness now. As I have so many choices on the table, and to some extent have rationalized.. analyzed and looked at them from every possible angle.. without coming to a clear solution…
I suppose at 30 I have a desire to start life over.. ie.. try again but this time from the morally right side of the fence.. I have an over powering urge to complete this business sale, sell my house, furniture assets etc.. convert all to cash and head for a new area.. a new pasture a new life.. tell the wife to pack her shit and go and just start completely over… from scratch…