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I can remember as a kid hurrying...

I can remember as a kid hurrying home and locking the bedroom door to read Penthouse Forum before the parents got home from work. Sure the pictures were fabulous and most of my buddies would sit and stare and the gorgeous women that filled the pages. Hell, I did the exact same thing, but there was something intoxicating about the sexual encounters that were printed on the pages. Every story would begin the same….”I can’t believe this was happening to me….and then it would go on to detail some wildly provocative encounter and that seemed just too good to be true, especially to 13 year old. Now fast forward many many years later and absolute craziness was the best way to describe what was transpiring. Actually, it seemed to be the only way to explain the developments. But here I am writing a similar tale and pinching myself at the same time just to make sure I’m not dreaming. It really started off innocently enough.

The idea was to just find a distraction to the enormously dissatisfying physical and sexual relationship that existed at home. In fact, if the truth be told it was sex in the uk damn near non-existent. It wasn’t always the case but over time the intimacy continued to wane until it almost seemed as if it was a chore. So the alternative was to see if time wouldn’t help solve the issue. So in the interim a profile was created. That’s when things started to get interesting, temporarily anyway. It seemed to be a numbers game. I wasn’t sure of the ratio but it certainly wasn’t in favor of men on the site.

However, be that as it may a concerted effort was going to be made to find someone that would understand and appreciate the situation and circumstance he found himself in at home. Needless to say, it did not start off with a bang, literally or figuratively. Slow and steady wins the race right? Wrong! Patience is a virtue, right? Wrong! Emails would be sent back and forth and pictures shared, but when it came time to take the next step one of two things typically took place. The first would be that a date for coffee or lunch or a drink after work would be set only to be canceled before the day.

Then more emails would follow and it would be an endless string of just that emails. It didn’t take long to come to the conclusion that many are on the site to be involved in a cyber relationship. Which was fine but it fell far short of my expectations. The second would be that she would show up and the pictures shared prior to the date would not be a very fair representation of the person showing up for the date. This was extremely disappointing to say the least.

But I would be a gentleman and cordial and enjoy the conversation and then explain that it might not be worthwhile moving forward. I came to discover that I was not alone with my frustration. During the course of the failed attempts to find a compatible partner in crime, I started a blog. It wasn’t too long after the first couple of posts that I got an interesting response to one of my entries. The plot thickens I thought to myself. This wo man captured my attention. I’m not sure how she was missed in the search but now that I found her it is definitely worth pursuing. So I did.

To Be Continued.....

This is pure fuckery

This is going to be a recurring theme every week, month, hell, maybe even every day. The premise is going to be about what I've seen, heard, or had someone tell me. Earlier tonight a handsome guy told me that he went on a date with a 20 year old pregnant chick. Pause. Wait. What? Why is a 20 year old pregnant chick on a dating website and why is she not home taking care of herself so she has a healthy pregnancy? I thought that was pure fucker. A guy told me this week that he thought I was a bitch and that I would be single forever. He came back a few days later and pretended like his little brother and typed that message to me. I think it's pure fuckery if you're a white guy, married to a white woman, but claim to only like black pussy. I find that offensive to me. I find it rude, and it shows me that you only see me as a buss-it-baby. I think it's pure fuckery for people to pretend that they can have sex and there be no emotions. You can't. You can for a little while, but long-term you can't. I know. And if you can, then maybe you should dig deep and figure out what it is gilf in uk that you really want. I think cheating is pure fuckery.

If you are unhappy, leave. If you are greedy, seek help. And I think that if you're a woman or man that enables someone to cheat with you, then you are only helping him continue his state of unhappiness. (This needs its own blog)