CaptainNotSoObvious
Don Juan
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She was 28, 4'9, 100 lb, beautiful as scarlet-red blazing sunset, I was 37, 6'0 tall, 225 pounds all muscles, dream body build by the 20+ years of hardcore powerlifting. I am using the past tense because I now became the shadow of the man I used to be, both physically and mentally.
I am typing this as a form of therapy for myself, and a warning to others.
Now this is not fiction, it is really my story. Only the names have been changed to cover the identities.
Read and learn from my mistakes brothers.
Due to post size limitations, this message will cross multiple posts.
If you feel brave enough, dive into my hell. If not, TLDR is in a different post at the bottom.
The Beginning...
It was 2015, I was a really confident, some would say, borderline arrogant man. In my 37 years, I have had hookups and serious women, I always, always got the upper hand with them, and almost made them beg for my attention.
Around Christmas time that year is when I saw her picture for the first time on a popular dating app. I used one of the paid features to explore women in other countries and hers was in a far-flung corner of the world.
The instant I saw her picture, my heart stood still and held its beat.
I don't know what it was, but by looking at her picture, I could already picture her trembling in my arms and wetting the warm sheets of my bed.
To the average guy, she might have looked "cute" but to me she felt really special. I liked her profile wishing and hoping against all odds she would like mine back.
A few days later, I receive a "You got a match notification.” Having forgotten that cute girl, I opened my dating application not expecting anything good. I usually get ugly ducklings or women on the heavy side. So I click on that red blaze, and what do you know, the one match I had in this country, was that "little special girl"..my heart started racing in my chest..should I contact her, or let her contact me? fcuk it...I am contacting her.
It all started by a "hello sweetie" in her native language. She was quick to answer, and from there everything went so quick it is crazy. The conversation seemed to flow like liquid gold, none of us making an effort to impress the other.
Two things she told me stuck in my mind. The first was that the two flaws she despised in a man were lying and cheating. The second was that she hates being pressured and hates men chasing her..She likes to take her time and not feel pressured.
Another thing she told me was that she was fianced to a foreign man before me but that they are terminating their relationship, and she sent me text messages of him being needy and running after her. I found that odd that she would send me screenshot of their conversation, but didn't make anything out of it.
Never in my life, at 37, I have had such a connection with a girl before. She seemed to understand everything about me and I understood everything about her...or so I thought.
After a few months of daily hour-long conversations, I was doing everything right, and I felt like it was time to travel to her country to meet.
Arriving at the airport in that foreign land, I could feel my sweaty palms against the plane's window pane trying to look through the glare to see if I can see the terminal. The plane stops, my heart stops. Trepidation wasn't an option.
What if I was being catfished? What if she didn't look anything like her pictures? What if she didn't like me?
The walk to outside of the customs area where visitors would be waiting with open arms to welcome loved ones, seemed to take forever. But then the automatic doors open, leading me to the visitors’ area...my luggage was heavy, my feet felt heavier.
I walk what seemed like a marathon distance, and not knowing what she looked like in real life..I gave the place a visual sweep...and there, right there, standing on top of her 4'9", dressed in a black shirt with black jeans was my "special little girl."
She was gorgeous, better than I would have imagined, better than my wildest dreams could have ever mustered.
Brown dark eyes, tiny delicate nose, long black silky hair, and one of the most gorgeous lips I have ever seen.
I walk confidently towards her, and not letting her see my nervousness stare her in the eyes for the first time ever, take her by the waist, lift her up, and gave her little delicate lips the most romantic kiss my lips were capable of expressing. It was worthy of a Hollywood chick flick.
Our first night together was amazing. She has the body of my dreams. If God had created a woman specifically tailored to my fantasies, it would be her and no other. She wasn't experienced sexually, but that's ok, I was willing to be her sexual mentor.
I spent a whole month over there, and they were probably the best thirty days of my life. Never have I felt understood like this woman understood me. Never did I feel that much alive as breathing the air of that foreign land.
And then I came back...and we continued our long-distance relationship and all was going great. I would go see her every 3 months for 3-4 weeks and we would have crazy sex and spend our time traveling and having fun. It was the relationship I never thought I wanted by then I couldn't live without.
Like every normal relationship, we had our ups and down, but the first year went with almost no hiccups. I was her rock and she was my joy. She adored me. Always sent me text messages expressing how much she loves me, how much she appreciates me, how much she wanted to be with me. I would wake up every day she would leave me 20-30 messages on WhatsApp texting me her day, how much she missed me, how much she was thinking of me.
Every time I would visit her, and leave, she would ask me to leave her something of mine. My toothbrush, my t-shirt, anything that reminded her of me and that made her feel my presence. She even got my name tattooed on her arm.
We both trusted each other, well we had an arrangement. We discussed our "sexual" needs quite often and did have virtual sex sessions.
But we had an arrangement she proposed after a few months. Afraid of losing me, she proposed I could sleep with any girl I wanted as long as I only sleep with her once, and I don't go in a relationship with her and stay true to my little baby girl. I found it weird when she made that proposal but I never made a big deal out of it.
I am typing this as a form of therapy for myself, and a warning to others.
Now this is not fiction, it is really my story. Only the names have been changed to cover the identities.
Read and learn from my mistakes brothers.
Due to post size limitations, this message will cross multiple posts.
If you feel brave enough, dive into my hell. If not, TLDR is in a different post at the bottom.
The Beginning...
It was 2015, I was a really confident, some would say, borderline arrogant man. In my 37 years, I have had hookups and serious women, I always, always got the upper hand with them, and almost made them beg for my attention.
Around Christmas time that year is when I saw her picture for the first time on a popular dating app. I used one of the paid features to explore women in other countries and hers was in a far-flung corner of the world.
The instant I saw her picture, my heart stood still and held its beat.
I don't know what it was, but by looking at her picture, I could already picture her trembling in my arms and wetting the warm sheets of my bed.
To the average guy, she might have looked "cute" but to me she felt really special. I liked her profile wishing and hoping against all odds she would like mine back.
A few days later, I receive a "You got a match notification.” Having forgotten that cute girl, I opened my dating application not expecting anything good. I usually get ugly ducklings or women on the heavy side. So I click on that red blaze, and what do you know, the one match I had in this country, was that "little special girl"..my heart started racing in my chest..should I contact her, or let her contact me? fcuk it...I am contacting her.
It all started by a "hello sweetie" in her native language. She was quick to answer, and from there everything went so quick it is crazy. The conversation seemed to flow like liquid gold, none of us making an effort to impress the other.
Two things she told me stuck in my mind. The first was that the two flaws she despised in a man were lying and cheating. The second was that she hates being pressured and hates men chasing her..She likes to take her time and not feel pressured.
Another thing she told me was that she was fianced to a foreign man before me but that they are terminating their relationship, and she sent me text messages of him being needy and running after her. I found that odd that she would send me screenshot of their conversation, but didn't make anything out of it.
Never in my life, at 37, I have had such a connection with a girl before. She seemed to understand everything about me and I understood everything about her...or so I thought.
After a few months of daily hour-long conversations, I was doing everything right, and I felt like it was time to travel to her country to meet.
Arriving at the airport in that foreign land, I could feel my sweaty palms against the plane's window pane trying to look through the glare to see if I can see the terminal. The plane stops, my heart stops. Trepidation wasn't an option.
What if I was being catfished? What if she didn't look anything like her pictures? What if she didn't like me?
The walk to outside of the customs area where visitors would be waiting with open arms to welcome loved ones, seemed to take forever. But then the automatic doors open, leading me to the visitors’ area...my luggage was heavy, my feet felt heavier.
I walk what seemed like a marathon distance, and not knowing what she looked like in real life..I gave the place a visual sweep...and there, right there, standing on top of her 4'9", dressed in a black shirt with black jeans was my "special little girl."
She was gorgeous, better than I would have imagined, better than my wildest dreams could have ever mustered.
Brown dark eyes, tiny delicate nose, long black silky hair, and one of the most gorgeous lips I have ever seen.
I walk confidently towards her, and not letting her see my nervousness stare her in the eyes for the first time ever, take her by the waist, lift her up, and gave her little delicate lips the most romantic kiss my lips were capable of expressing. It was worthy of a Hollywood chick flick.
Our first night together was amazing. She has the body of my dreams. If God had created a woman specifically tailored to my fantasies, it would be her and no other. She wasn't experienced sexually, but that's ok, I was willing to be her sexual mentor.
I spent a whole month over there, and they were probably the best thirty days of my life. Never have I felt understood like this woman understood me. Never did I feel that much alive as breathing the air of that foreign land.
And then I came back...and we continued our long-distance relationship and all was going great. I would go see her every 3 months for 3-4 weeks and we would have crazy sex and spend our time traveling and having fun. It was the relationship I never thought I wanted by then I couldn't live without.
Like every normal relationship, we had our ups and down, but the first year went with almost no hiccups. I was her rock and she was my joy. She adored me. Always sent me text messages expressing how much she loves me, how much she appreciates me, how much she wanted to be with me. I would wake up every day she would leave me 20-30 messages on WhatsApp texting me her day, how much she missed me, how much she was thinking of me.
Every time I would visit her, and leave, she would ask me to leave her something of mine. My toothbrush, my t-shirt, anything that reminded her of me and that made her feel my presence. She even got my name tattooed on her arm.
We both trusted each other, well we had an arrangement. We discussed our "sexual" needs quite often and did have virtual sex sessions.
But we had an arrangement she proposed after a few months. Afraid of losing me, she proposed I could sleep with any girl I wanted as long as I only sleep with her once, and I don't go in a relationship with her and stay true to my little baby girl. I found it weird when she made that proposal but I never made a big deal out of it.
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