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Down in Flames Part II - The Insightful Bachelor Bares His Soul
Posted:Apr 21, 2020 5:28 pm
Last Updated:Apr 22, 2020 5:53 am

This afternoon, I connected with Number Four's mother and we spent two hours chatting. I think she needed the conversation as much as her needs my advice. I filled in the gaps where she had been stuck at 'something just isn't right'. Long story short, borderline doesn't change its stripes. If anything, it's worse for Number Four, because it seems as I suspected, the ex has added narcissistic personality disorder to her mix. She's essentially a more sophisticated Donald Trump, with boobs and no legs.

We cleared up a number of lies that have been told about me and confirmed certain suspicions I had at the time of my divorce. Even the most independent soul appreciates some occasional validation. The conversation provided validation for her as well. There were a few chuckles over the blatant manipulation tactics my ex continues to use and it made me feel good to be able to provide some guidance that'll minimize the damage to Number Four, his mental health, and bank account. Unfortunately, the call also broke my heart.

I've likely mentioned it in another entry, but when borderlines have more than one , one becomes the 'white' and a another, the 'black' . The white can do no wrong and is the apple of their mother's eye. The other rarely does anything right and never feels unconditional love; their childhood is a series of loyalty tests. In most cases, the black become borderlines, themselves. I knew nothing of this when I met my wife, but it was impossible to miss how she favored her over her . In an effort to balance the situation, I made a point of showing Alexandra consistent, unconditional love. She was my golden haired princess and I was both her fiercest protector and biggest cheerleader. The two of us were thick as thieves. But as she grew into her teens, our relationship became a bit rocky. I continued to do my level best to be the constant in her life, but it was tough. She had already begun to exhibit what I now know to be borderline tendencies and was frequently just out of control. We had some contact after the separation, where I begged her to get into therapy, offering to choose a therapist and pay for her treatment. Her mother had thrown her out, so I even offered to support her living expenses. All she needed to do was go in with an open mind. She wound up breaking contact shortly after, not managing to go to a single session. Worth noting is my ex made it more attractive to the not to have contact with me, so we completely lost touch. No, that didn't hurt at all or become one of the few topics I refuse to talk about any further than what you've just read.

Anyway, I still kept tabs on the via social media. Alex went on to drive urban revitalization in our hometown, open two thrift shops, get married, and was named a woman in business to watch. I was so proud of her and overjoyed that she seemed to have broken the cycle.

During my conversation with Number Four's mother, she told me that the Alex she knows is what she can best describe as angry. She said she lies and manipulates almost as much as her mother, if not to the same level of sophistication. Learning that ripped my heart to shreds. She's the innocent, the baby, and she's had no one to protect her who understands what she's really been through. It's a fucking tragedy and a fucking crime.
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And That's Marriage Number Four - Down in Flames!
Posted:Apr 20, 2020 5:27 pm
Last Updated:Apr 21, 2020 4:00 pm

For those who've muddled through my previous entries, you're aware of how my ex-wife is the gift that gave and has kept on giving. From the manipulation, to the throwing of the ham, to the hell she put me through in our divorce, marrying hubby number four, and the piece de resistance, becoming a wedding officiant. I thought that she was done, hoped she was done because I genuinely hold no ill will toward her and want her to be happy, because she's got more than her fair share of demons to contend with. But I was optimistic because she and Number Four have been together for ten years, a new record for her. I thought of her the other day and wondered if she'd finally gotten it together.

Then today, my father called to inform me that Number Four's mother reached out to him. Apparently, the marriage is on its last leg and circling the drain, and NF wanted to know what divorce attorney I'd used. I can only speculate that my ex complained about how much of a bastard the guy was, hence his desire to go with the same formula. My attorney has no love lost for my ex, partially because she was trash talking him to his (unbeknownst to her) at a cocktail party. Oops... Maybe he'll offer a discount; she is a repeat defendant after all.

I feel for the guy, because everyone who knows him has nothing but praise for how kind and goodhearted he is. But as I've noted before, you have to be pretty naive and more than a little dense to sign up to be Number Four in the first place. Poor guy is about to enter a living hell, when he asks for a divorce and no one deserves that. I'm hoping to connect with him before he pulls the trigger, so he can at least be a little prepared for the firestorm that's about to engulf him.

All part of life's rich pageant, my friends. Thankfully, I'm not on the stage as one of the players, this time. Someone please pass the popcorn?
Your Quarantine Automotive PSA
Posted:Apr 12, 2020 4:23 pm
Last Updated:Apr 13, 2020 6:29 pm

For those who have been not out and about for several days at a time, there's yet another thing you should be aware of. That's your car's battery. Nothing will kill a car's battery more quickly than very occasional driving.

I highly recommend either a battery tender or, if circumstances don't allow for one, take your car for a ten minute spin every days. That will allow the electrical system charge the battery back . I can't recommend the Battery Tender brand enough. I bought the battery in the Porsche within the same 3 month period as my daily, except it lives on its tender. Thing is still going strong.

Being a car guy, I should have known this, but didn't think until the battery in my daily driver shit the bed. It was in its twilight years, before self-isolation, but not quite ready go into the great battery beyond. However, not being driven regularly allowed its charge to dip further and further each time I drove it. I've had it on a tender for the past two days and it won't rise from the dead, like Jesus did on this day.
Living In KC During the Super Bowl
Posted:Feb 2, 2020 5:24 pm
Last Updated:Feb 5, 2020 4:27 pm

As anyone 's read previous entries knows, I'm less than fond of living in Kansas City. As a result, I'm militantly apathetic about their little sports teams. However, I discovered positive aspect of the Chiefs making it the big game.

Now that I've decided resume shooting competitively, it's been a nice way fill the time and be more social. I belong an amazing club, with some great people. Obviously, a 60 degree Sunday in KC would typically mean a packed shooting range. Except today. I waited later in the afternoon head over and efforts were rewarded. I practically had the place myself.

I broke in barrels on rifles and dialed in scopes.

It was a good day and I'm thankful for it.
Tale of the Self-Centered
Posted:Dec 29, 2019 12:43 pm
Last Updated:Mar 12, 2020 10:42 am

Under the heading of shit I've only encountered in Kansas...

Long story short, I had made contact with a woman who, after a year of being celibate, wanted to get laid on NYE. We agreed to meet beforehand, in order we weren't stuck with someone we didn't like the day of.

So she arrived Christmas evening and quality sex was had. She appeared to be dateworthy, so she stayed and additional quality sex was had. Her selfish tendencies came to light during that sex, however. Before we met, I made a point of sharing how a previous partner's selfishness in the bedroom doomed our relationship to a platonic one. The condensed version is I rarely inside a woman because I typically don't stop until I've done my best to blow her mind. So, my energy for that one last push just isn't there. All I ask is my partner take one for the team, occasionally, and finish me orally. I reiterated my wish each of the five times we had sex and I'd run out of steam, but she couldn't be bothered. In all, I think I received a total of 2 minutes of oral.

One of the two nights I was getting ready for bed, when she asked if the phone charger next to the bed was mine. As if it could belong to someone else? I responded that it was. Except she decided it was hers, because when I came into the bedroom, her phone was plugged into it, .

While she was here, most of the conversation was her relating drama about her family, the divorce process, and a few other topics. That got a bit old, as one could imagine.

The thing that wouldn't leave finally departed late Friday morning because she needed to attend a funeral. She said she'd me as soon as she knew whether she could come over or if things had gone long. When I didn't receive a 6: p.m., I decided she was on her own for dinner. When one hadn't arrived at 7: p.m., I'd pretty much decided that, sans another death or severe bodily trauma, she was getting the heave ho. At 7:50 p.m., a finally arrived, saying she was tired and would me in the morning. Yeah, thanks for letting me know early enough so that I could adjust my plans... In my potentially fantasy world, when you say you're going to someone with plans, you someone with plans, whether they're your friend or some dipshit you work with.

At :50 Saturday morning, I was awoken knocking on my door. It was followed door bell ringing. That pattern alternated without pause. Knock knock knock knock, ring ring ring... It was constant. At that point, I didn't know who was at my door, and willing them to shut the fuck up wasn't working. So, as one does when there's a lunatic at their front door, I grabbed something in a large caliber and went downstairs to investigate. You already know it was her. Well, I went off on her in the semi-coherent manner one does when one is awoken from a deep sleep. However, the message that she needed to stay the fuck away from me was crystal clear.

Fortunately, all indications are she did listen to that bit of direction.

In summary, holy fuck, I've never encountered anyone so self-centered and ultimately bereft of courtesy toward others. Such a shame, because the sex was about the best I've had in the flatlands.
Check Out My Juicy Sausage Baby
Posted:Nov 27, 2019 8:13 am
Last Updated:Nov 27, 2019 10:38 am
Sorry, not kind. I just threw a small batch of sausage into the smoker and hope to redeem myself for the previous one; also my first ever sausage. The first batch looked delicious, but was poorly executed and had the texture of sawdust in a casing.

But it looked good.
When The Balance Of Power Turns
Posted:Nov 11, 2019 8:08 pm
Last Updated:Nov 12, 2019 7:04 pm

No, this isn't about D/s or even about sex. Consider it more of a life lesson on how you treat the candidates you interview for a job.

To keep it brief, back in September, I interviewed for a job North Carolina. It was a good fit, for a of reasons I won't go into and I was excited about moving back to the East Coast. Shocker, I know. I even had an inside track in the form of a friend whose agency does all the marketing communications for this company. He fed all the info he got on the other candidates and how their interviews went, from another friend who worked for the company. Total lock, right?

Well, the hiring manager didn't think so. This job was sales management and he thought I was 'too much of a marketing guy.' Except despite my follow up just outside the time he committed to have a decision to me, the guy was dark. I actually found out I didn't get the position from my friend.

Fast forward two months, to last week, and sitting in a global marketing meeting, where one of my colleagues speaks about developing an electric ass scratcher (make believe product the company I interviewed with manufactures). I see an excellent opportunity to partner with an expert on electric ass scratchers, instead of trying to develop our own, because our value proposition is tech anti itch solutions, of which we have significant market share. I intended to connect my team with the company in NC, but then I thought, fuck them; they didn't have the decency to provide with some form of feedback. The vindictive part of me wanted to reach to rub it in the ass scratcher's , that being an asshole lost them a fuck ton of revenue and market visibility. But too professional, burning bridges and all.

Things changed the next evening, because I finally did receive a rejection email from ass scratcher. Thank you for the opening!

I responded and concluded with this:

Furthermore, during our global marketing meeting, last week, one of the other market managers mentioned development on a ass scratcher unit and the potential need for a higher capacity ass scratching system. I informed him that there were companies whose sole business was ass scratching management and that he should consider partnering with one, rather than reinventing the wheel internally, particularly because the market position our company enjoys in this application would drive significant revenue for both parties.

Best Regards,

So, back to the moral which is essentially the golden rule, because being an asshole can prevent you from a partnership worth millions in revenue.
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Most Hysterical Thing Ever
Posted:Jul 5, 2019 5:48 pm
Last Updated:Jul 6, 2019 6:28 am
A friend of mine sent a link to my ex-wife's current little side venture. She's become a wedding officiant. Initially, I rolled my eyes, because since we were married, she has discovered she enjoys being the center of attention. Charities where she can be seen, but not actually do anything (according to her ) and so on.

If you recall from my previous posts, I was husband three and she's since married four. So, when I read the first sentence of her little 'about ', I literally spit my drink, laughing.

Weddings bring her so much joy, that she's had four of them!
Look Out!!! He's Got a Gun!!!
Posted:Apr 13, 2019 7:33 pm
Last Updated:Apr 13, 2019 9:04 pm

My first positive post since leaving Richmond. Don't get used to it...

With all of my normal social outlets unavailable in KC (homeless training, Porsche club), my social life has been barren. No surprise this place was killing me. So, I began to consider other means of getting the fuck out of the house. One of the things Kansas has a fuck ton of is shooters. And until 2008, I'd been a pretty hardcore competitive shooter, myself. 5 years of PPC and another of IPSC my belt. But it stopped being fun and more like a semi obsession or job. Shooting four matches a month and never going to the range without a set of skills I wanted to practice. Fun? Not so much. So I walked away in 2008 and sold all my custom built guns and other equipment (I won't tell you how much I discovered I'd sunk into the sport). Hadn't missed it in the least, since quitting.

But I was really wit's end on how to keep from mentally and emotionally imploding, so earlier this year, I bought a used comp gun and got ready to compete in the hell hole I live in. And today was my first match. After a decade away, I wasn't expecting much. In fact, my only goal was to have fun.

Before I get into whether my expectations were met, a bit of explanation of the sport I compete in, IPSC or USPSA. Each match has 5-9 stages and each stage is either a problem to be solved or a set of skills to be bench marked. The former can be anywhere from 3 to targets that need to be shot as quickly and accurately as possible. There are walls, barriers, and other obstacles that require you not just hose targets from one spot. Some stages require you to reload / change magazines at a certain point or fire your gun one handed...left handed. Your score is essentially how many points you scored, by hitting the target, divided by the time it took you. Points second. Equipment is broken into classes, so someone shooting a of the box Glock isn't trying to keep up with a full , purpose built pistol. Regardless of your hardware, you try to fly through a stage.

For example, one of the stages today required you to shoot five targets, lined up in a row (2 shots each), reload, then shoot another five from a different position. All were close, so it was a hose fest. I shot this stage in 6.59 seconds, with only two shots not in the highest scoring area of the target. It was one of the fastest runs on that stage for the day. But super rusty; when I quit the sport in 2008, I would have run it clean in 5. seconds, give or take a tenth.

My performance wasn't my primary focus; today was all about the experience and it didn't disappoint. One of the things I enjoyed most about competition shooting is the people. Every time I've gone somewhere new to shoot a club match, the environment was always friendly and inviting. Sportsmanship is supreme. When someone's gun breaks or ammo doesn't work, there are multiple offers to 'use mine'. You and your fiercest rivals will stand together and figure out the best way to shoot a stage.

As far as how I did overall in the match, I had a couple solid stages, like the one above, where I felt like a rock star. One or two where I was a rock star until I put a round in a no shoot target. There were a few where my gun jammed like reggae festival..bang, FUCK!, bang, FUCK!... And one or two I'd rather not talk about. But good enough for a mid-pack finish for the match. Btw, I shot more rounds today than I had in the previous ten years TOTAL, so there was still rust flying off of me at the end of the day.

I'll admit to deriving just a bit of joy from the last conversation I had, after packing up. Standing with three other shooters on my squad, I said 'not bad for my first match back'. One asked how long I'd been gone. Three mouths literally dropped open when I told them.

Today was a pretty great day; definitely the most fun I've had since moving here. Good people and gun fire. It may sound odd, but definitely food for my starving soul.
Bill, I Believe This is Killing Me
Posted:Apr 13, 2019 2:22 pm
Last Updated:Apr 13, 2019 2:23 pm

The sex hadn't been all that good and there wasn't anything more between us, so I saw her to the door and bid her goodbye. embarrassed to say I couldn't be bothered to be a gentleman and least see her to her car. The line from Piano Man popped into my head; this place is slowly killing .

I'll spare you the complete melodrama, but in addition to every other aspect of life in Kansas sucking my soul, work finally a boiling point. Again long story short, I've got a $20m chunk of my portfolio in jeopardy because we can't build quality product and the most interest I received from the E suite was one of our VP's becoming enamored by the word 'existential', which I used to describe how dire the situation is. Gutless wonders afraid to stick their necks .

This place's ability to suck the soul of was complete and I genuinely felt as though I'd rock bottom. I found myself intentionally avoiding interaction with others, outside of work. Empathy took way too much effort.

But a recent revelation elevated my mood quite dramatically. When I was hired by my current employer, it was contingent upon a commitment that were I to break it, required me to repay the relo I received. I recalled it being 3 or 5 years, but never bothered to verify; I was trapped for the duration. However, while on the phone with my parents last week, I pulled up the document and it turns the period was 1 year. 19 months now. While there was no material change to speak of, I felt an amazing sense of freedom. When and where I go next is up to , so I can blow this shithole whenever I want. And the angels sang.

I've not begun the job search yet, but likely will shortly. That process always involves a ton of stress, so I intend to bask in my new found freedom for a bit.
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Carrot Cake and Defeat
Posted:Mar 17, 2019 4:44 pm
Last Updated:Mar 18, 2019 7:24 pm
I'm pretty damned good at baking. My carrot cake is the best you'll ever have, with just a bit of extra cinnamon and white chocolate cream cheese frosting. If you're a regular reader, you've seen a few pictures of my output. Unfortunately, I've also got a massive sweet tooth. This combination can be Armageddon to my waistline, which I sweat my ass off in the gym to keep in a reasonable state. If I have a carrot cake in the house, I'll eat a carrot cake (which is a perfect breakfast food).

I thought I had it all figured out. The perfect balance of my love for awesome baked goods and containing my ravenous desire for just one more piece. I'd bake something, such as the aforementioned carrot cake, cookies, or cheesecake. A hunk would be for immediate consumption, another hunk would be vacuum sealed and frozen, then about half would be cut into pieces and taken to work. Unfortunately, word of my baking prowess has spread through the office, so more and more of my colleagues are asking to be on the 'mailing list'. So many, in fact, that just satisfying the demand would require a whole cake. Being the kind soul I am (and I enjoy the accolades of those who get my goodies), I decided the office would get its whole cake.

So, this morning, I baked three layers of carrot cake goodness, along with a double batch of frosting. One layer to go to the office and the other two (one cake) to remain with me. Then it hit me...FUCK! I'm back to having a whole damned cake for myself.

I cut a piece for a light snack and while I'm sure it's delicious as usual, all I can taste are bitterness and defeat. Time to go buy some fat pants.

Email if you want cake...
On First Date Sex
Posted:Feb 24, 2019 3:02 pm
Last Updated:Feb 25, 2019 7:17 am

This one's got some age on it, but I just realized I hadn't posted it.

Recently, I had a conversation with a woman who seemed confused and disheartened over her recent lack of success in dating. She loved sex and occasionally slept with someone on their first date, yet the guy frequently disappeared as rapidly as his post coital erection. She was distressed over feeling used and not knowing what guys want.

I've covered one of the reasons why men disappear after sleeping with a woman here, but wanted to address another consideration with respect to her question (which she shares with many other women); expectations.

I'm specifically referring to expectations associated with a first date. The first date is a no pressure, no commitment way of getting to know someone. To determine what level of chemistry exists between the two parties, and so on. Either party should be able to walk away, after a first date, without any seriously hard feelings.

First date activities can be whatever the two parties decide. Drinks only, lunch, drinks and dinner, dinner and a movie, dinner and dancing, drinks and painting class, smoking pot and cow tipping, drinks and sex, dinner and sex, just sex, and so on. Wait, did he just say sex as a first date activity? Yes, some people desire sex enough to make it a first date activity. And why not? We're (mostly) all grownups here. Who's to say sex on a first date isn't right? Clearly the woman I referenced earlier considers it to be acceptable. Besides, at some point, you'll have to determine whether you're sexually compatible with the other party; why not do it up front? Speaking for my gender, none of us will turn down first date sex; it's just not done. Therefore, sex shall be considered as reasonable as a first date activity as dinner or anything else, including cow tipping.

Regardless of the activity, first dates often don't work out for one reason or another. One or both parties decide they don't want to see the other again. This is perfectly reasonable, regardless of what the first date activity is. My female readers are throwing rotten fruit at their screens (you'll have quite the mess to clean up later) because they 'know very well' sex has greater implications than say a kiss goodnight. I'm sorry to be the bearer of bad news, but on a first date, not so much. The key words here are 'FIRST DATE'. Those are zero pressure meetings intended to decide whether mutual interest exists to warrant a second date. Therefore, I don't care whether a date consists of cow tipping or dirty, raw sex, nothing can be inferred as to whether there will be a second date. And seriously, how can anyone claim to have a deep emotional bond after a first date? Not much more to be said there.

As an example, awhile back, I contacted a woman via a dating site and we seemed to get along well. The conversation migrated to sex and we wound up having a bit of phone fun. I was traveling at the time, but she flat out said she wanted to have sex with me upon my return. If I must... She came to my house and we did just that. The sex was okay but as we got to know each other better, it was clear to both of us we weren't compatible, with respect to an LTR. She left, we had the one further obligatory email exchange, then we both moved on. No one was upset or had their feelings hurt, because it was a first date.

With that in mind, let's delve into motivations, specifically why women sleep with men on the first date. We know how the men see the topic. Ladies, it's great you have a healthy sex drive; seriously, I applaud it. If you have a need such that you'll satisfy it on a first date, such as the woman in my example, I have absolutely zero issue with it. Hell, as a guy, I'll be the first to sign up.

However, if a woman sleeps with a man on the first date to create an emotional bond? Not a valid reason. Creating a situation where the guy feels obligated to see her again? No fucking way. That other thing I haven't thought of? Out as well. I'd go into further detail, but do I really need to write about being emotionally healthy?

But he tricked me!

One of the most common complaints from women who've had a guy disappear, particularly after sleeping with her on the first date, is 'he said felt something so strong for me and that he wanted us to be together for a long time'. Or something of the sort. Fucker lied, just to get you in the sack, didn't he? While it's fun to male bash, things aren't always what they seem as I alluded to in my womanizer post, linked above.

Additionally, circumstances may materially change in the period immediately following the sexual interlude. I had just such an experience, not a week ago after I'd started this entry (perfect timing). Things began in much the same way as in my previous example except that immediately following the sex, I still intended to see this woman again. Then things changed. She was constantly blowing up my phone with texts, even after I'd told her I was going to sleep, in one instance. There were sentiments such as 'I've never felt this way before' and 'I can't wait to see you again', which in my opinion, isn't what a 'normal' person would be saying after a first date. In short, she was making me nuts after only one date. So, I politely exited. I have no doubt she was upset and felt used. Indeed, I received the 'I thought you were different from other guys' message. If she meant that other guys couldn't deal with her critical mass clinging, I guess she's right.

I was discussing this topic with a woman and she said 'women's hearts and pussies wired together'. I get that; women develop feelings much more easily from sex than men do. My response to her was that we're all big boys and girls. It's incumbent upon us to understand how we'll respond to certain situations. And let's face it, most of us have had sex on the first date, so it's not an unknown.

Moving on, let's touch on what men want. I'll be the first to say I have no fucking clue what men want. It may sound like a cheesy pickup line, but I've been told I'm rather unique in the dating world. I'd like to think we all want a healthy, loving relationship with a woman who brings us joy. Unfortunately, I think more men than you realize suffer from insecurity and other fears that prevent them from being successful in the endeavor. This assertion comes from my own experience in the aftermath of my marriage.

Some readers are undoubtedly saying 'you're just trying to justify a one night stand', to which I respond that a one night stand is a different animal. In the case of a ONS, one or both parties know, before the first article of clothing is shed, that this will be a well, one nighter. In the case of first date sex, both parties intend to see the other for additional dates. While it's true that both carry the risk of one party being hurt in the process, first date sex and ONS's are two separate encounters, by virtue of intent alone.

The bottom line is this: If you sleep with someone on your first date, whether you're a man or woman, it's still a first date and subject to first date norms. Any emotional attachment you may have developed on ONE DATE is your own albatross.
The Midwest....Now With Even More Repressed Sexuality
Posted:Feb 23, 2019 6:38 pm
Last Updated:Feb 24, 2019 1:36 pm

My last blog was quite the rant on how Kansas seemed to be the land of the vanilla. Since then, I've gathered additional data points and my position has changed. Kansas doesn't seem to be the land of the vanilla. It IS the land of the vanilla.

We'll begin with a woman I met on another site. After some chatting, we slowly dipped our toes into the sex pool. Long story short, she had the tendencies of a dirty girl, but had a hangup about the word. "I prefer naughty." Yep, because naughty isn't quite as deviant and allows you to go to church the next morning after having your ass spanked, while a guy hammers you bent over a bed (an activity she was explicit about enjoying). I'd like a side of hypocrisy with my sexual repression, please. In any case, I'd sent her the link to my 'dating in your 40's' entry on my not here blog. She explored further and found my account of the lost weekend. "That was hot!!!" I asked if she'd like to explore that sort of dynamic. "Oh no, I hate the names you called her. I have far too much self-respect for that."

I swear the next woman that looks down her nose at my previous partners is going to hear "yes, you're completely different. The partners who've enthusiastically professed being my possession include a patent attorney and Richmond socialite, a university professor, the VP of HR for a $300 billion company, a senior policy adviser to the VA House, and a psychologist. You're nothing like those women. Enjoy being sexually repressed."

The second example is a woman who contacted me here. She read pieces of my blog and said she didn't like vanilla sex either. She then apparently copy pasted a description of what she did want, which was exactly the opposite of not vanilla!

.not into pain...erotic fun...foreplay , kissing, and I love sucking a cock balls deep....

Sounds like a nice start, but that's pretty vanilla. What made the virtual encounter even stranger was that she was dominant and wanted a submissive guy. Ummm, if you read my blog, it's pretty darned clear I'm anything but submissive. When she finally realized that, we parted ways.

Back home, in civilization, I could spot a dirty girl by looking at her eyes; they all shared a look of something interesting going on beneath the surface. No surprise, that look doesn't exist here. I bet the BDSM clubs are a bunch of people being respectful and kind, too. Yeah, that's the end.

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