hardboiled85
Don Juan
Three Years ago when I was 33 (at this point I came from an awful 7 year drought so was rusty etc) I went out clubbing and met this young petite girl (24), I’d say a 6.5, who was dancing with her friend, within an hour I made moves on her, we soon got to kissing madly in the back of the club and had a great night all round, I got her number to see where it would lead.
Meeting her some days later I got to find out she was Italian, the youngest of 4 other sisters and a very traditional semi well off family, strong father type and not from divorce. She was very nice and seemingly feminine, but also a bit tomboyish, no tattoos, not into drugs but she does smoke..
As we kept seeing each other, she soon told me she was a virgin (not on the pill which was the first girl I met doing that) and had only really ‘played around with some boy 4 years younger than her, a few years back’ – And had just hooked up kissing sometimes when out with friends — I took her word for it but watched her closely.
She seemed shy and honest but receptive to my advances in terms of handys, oral for me and fingering, a month or so past and she was ready to have sex, we did and to cut this short after some months I told her I am *’not looking for anything too serious but happy to see her more’ – she accepted that and we continued to see each other regularly 3 times per week.
Increasingly we did more relationship-like activities – movies, hiking, dancing etc.
After a year and a bit she became very submissive with me and bonded, I am very sure I was the only one she was after, I played the amount of DREAD and COMFORT just right, she would be VERY competitive but playful about me talking about other girls- sex was always about me, *******s were always offered, rag or no rag, and she didn’t care for herself too much in terms of getting off (as long as I was happy), she told me she was in love and started giving me the talk in terms of asking what I want and that we would be good together, actually this turned into a weekly task of directly or indirectly asking for my commitment.
Though by this point I admit I was complacent and had feelings for her, I still didn’t say I wanted commitment as I didn’t want to settle down.
We did the usual together that couples do and had fun, our humor/personalities were a match though I stuck to my guns and said I didn’t want to give her commitment and not stick to it, she said she didn’t want to lose me.
Around the 20 month mark I noticed more of her character, little slips here and there that reminded me of girls who were more slutty or stuff she knew seems like she knows more than a 'virgin' would, a few crying episodes too and she said the doctor put her on anti-depressants. Around this time was when I found out she smoked pot sometimes and cigarettes. But the sex was good so I just kept her as a plate and didn’t go out into the field much as I had her there and willing whenever I called.
Leading past 2 years as she was 28ish, the commitment and questions rammed up – around this time I was also facing burn out and depression due to my career (IT since 2009), I lost 2 jobs over a 6 month period and as luck would have it COVID started here too..
I should point out I was in this city alone with no family or support – She however was the polar opposite.
My depression got the best of me and I told her I might be leaving the state, she cried and begged me to stay as weeks and months past and we ebbed and flowed between love and high confusion.
One somewhat fateful night I checked her email that she left logged in on my PC, there were messages there of her wanting to meet up with the old guy friend (10 years my junior) – it showed they had met up, she gave him a ******* but apparently didn’t **** because ‘his penis was ‘very big’ and she was nervous about trying’ – He was pushing her to try saying he wants to see if ‘he could fit in her’ and that it just needs to stretch and a bit of lube.
Needless to say I was blown away by how quickly she seemingly monkey branched, I guess she was afraid and scared of loosing her security and comfort of me potentially leaving. But regardless it stings and ruined the entire 3 years we had together, and most importantly it squashed the idea I had about her being a ‘rare good girl that was very nice’.
I didn’t tell her I knew what she did and She still ****ed and gave me *******s leading up to me leaving but was **** testing in an attitude completely different - ****y and brash like 'I've got a new man secured so don't need you' and - calling me the new dudes name to see my reaction, which i just laughed at
Oh we had a good talk about " REAL MEN " soon after she swung to him, he is a construction worker, she started with this "But they are like... REAL MEN" wtf?? so I just said well GO GET ONE LOL, soon you'll be disappointed in how they treat you.
(I didn't know of BPD until recently so if anyone could give opinion if she sounds like that ... or completely psycho)
So yes, I left her and the state and moved back to my parents.
I still had/have her Email, and after checking it around 2 weeks before leaving and after, she already was panicking and had set up Tinder and was trialling a new date on the day I left and today she is still with the same guy (though even when still sending me texts and calling asking if I am coming back etc – possibly to keep my attention in case that guy didn’t work out).
I never contacted her for about 3 months, but would get constant messages and calls from her saying 'how come you never text/call me???" (Geee I wonder why *****).... professing her love and how much she misses me and if I am coming back. Funnly enough as soon as I would offer her to my place in my state - "Its just a simple plane trip here" she suddenly had excuses and "I am the man so it's me that should go to her"
So that’s my report – Looking back it seems like I succeed and gamed her properly, with the right amount of dread and comfort and all the way up to my job loss/COVID and just generally dropping the ball, which was as you could guess was conveniently when she had the old flame ready for her getting dropped by me… The absolute strangest part is that she didn’t **** him or end up dating him. (Especially when the current culture today is all ‘big black ****s’ etc, seems she and women can be type that just needs to be in a relationship.
I got a call from her recently and she has completely gone full ‘light switch’ – ‘I never liked our sex and always faked it’, ‘I had to finish myself off at home, you never made me orgasm’ — She thinks her beta Tinder boyfriend is the best thing and is glad things went they way they did (probably because if she terms it that way she was in full control of her destiny)
All I replied with was ‘I do feel guilty for essentially renting all 3 of your holes for free with no intention of giving you my commitment or stupid enough to marry you’
An me, I am 36, single, never married or no kids. Average height, long term unemployed but still have thick hair no receding as 1+ point (jk)
Well I feel like this has deflated all my hope on women in my life overall. At 36 years old I feel like I am past my prime to score women that are young and the kind I want rather than vicious and past their good **** date 30+ year old offcuts.
Oddly this story I went through has made me believe the world of women is out for my heart and mojo, but mostly because it is almost a repeat of history that I NEVER WANTED TO FEEL AGAIN; 19 years ago when I was a 18, I dated this knockout little hotty teen slut- I had a huge crush for her and we ****ed like rabbits, I went full beta and desperate for just her, she ended up cheating and I found out by … yep you guessed it, Her Email (LOL? God damn it) – and yep that guy coincidentally ‘hurt her’ with his ****, the only difference is she slept with him and the Italian girl did not – which is a plus because being older and more mature I can see that girls probably care little about size, and more about commitment and mostly frame and dominance.
Meeting her some days later I got to find out she was Italian, the youngest of 4 other sisters and a very traditional semi well off family, strong father type and not from divorce. She was very nice and seemingly feminine, but also a bit tomboyish, no tattoos, not into drugs but she does smoke..
As we kept seeing each other, she soon told me she was a virgin (not on the pill which was the first girl I met doing that) and had only really ‘played around with some boy 4 years younger than her, a few years back’ – And had just hooked up kissing sometimes when out with friends — I took her word for it but watched her closely.
She seemed shy and honest but receptive to my advances in terms of handys, oral for me and fingering, a month or so past and she was ready to have sex, we did and to cut this short after some months I told her I am *’not looking for anything too serious but happy to see her more’ – she accepted that and we continued to see each other regularly 3 times per week.
Increasingly we did more relationship-like activities – movies, hiking, dancing etc.
After a year and a bit she became very submissive with me and bonded, I am very sure I was the only one she was after, I played the amount of DREAD and COMFORT just right, she would be VERY competitive but playful about me talking about other girls- sex was always about me, *******s were always offered, rag or no rag, and she didn’t care for herself too much in terms of getting off (as long as I was happy), she told me she was in love and started giving me the talk in terms of asking what I want and that we would be good together, actually this turned into a weekly task of directly or indirectly asking for my commitment.
Though by this point I admit I was complacent and had feelings for her, I still didn’t say I wanted commitment as I didn’t want to settle down.
We did the usual together that couples do and had fun, our humor/personalities were a match though I stuck to my guns and said I didn’t want to give her commitment and not stick to it, she said she didn’t want to lose me.
Around the 20 month mark I noticed more of her character, little slips here and there that reminded me of girls who were more slutty or stuff she knew seems like she knows more than a 'virgin' would, a few crying episodes too and she said the doctor put her on anti-depressants. Around this time was when I found out she smoked pot sometimes and cigarettes. But the sex was good so I just kept her as a plate and didn’t go out into the field much as I had her there and willing whenever I called.
Leading past 2 years as she was 28ish, the commitment and questions rammed up – around this time I was also facing burn out and depression due to my career (IT since 2009), I lost 2 jobs over a 6 month period and as luck would have it COVID started here too..
I should point out I was in this city alone with no family or support – She however was the polar opposite.
My depression got the best of me and I told her I might be leaving the state, she cried and begged me to stay as weeks and months past and we ebbed and flowed between love and high confusion.
One somewhat fateful night I checked her email that she left logged in on my PC, there were messages there of her wanting to meet up with the old guy friend (10 years my junior) – it showed they had met up, she gave him a ******* but apparently didn’t **** because ‘his penis was ‘very big’ and she was nervous about trying’ – He was pushing her to try saying he wants to see if ‘he could fit in her’ and that it just needs to stretch and a bit of lube.
Needless to say I was blown away by how quickly she seemingly monkey branched, I guess she was afraid and scared of loosing her security and comfort of me potentially leaving. But regardless it stings and ruined the entire 3 years we had together, and most importantly it squashed the idea I had about her being a ‘rare good girl that was very nice’.
I didn’t tell her I knew what she did and She still ****ed and gave me *******s leading up to me leaving but was **** testing in an attitude completely different - ****y and brash like 'I've got a new man secured so don't need you' and - calling me the new dudes name to see my reaction, which i just laughed at
Oh we had a good talk about " REAL MEN " soon after she swung to him, he is a construction worker, she started with this "But they are like... REAL MEN" wtf?? so I just said well GO GET ONE LOL, soon you'll be disappointed in how they treat you.
(I didn't know of BPD until recently so if anyone could give opinion if she sounds like that ... or completely psycho)
So yes, I left her and the state and moved back to my parents.
I still had/have her Email, and after checking it around 2 weeks before leaving and after, she already was panicking and had set up Tinder and was trialling a new date on the day I left and today she is still with the same guy (though even when still sending me texts and calling asking if I am coming back etc – possibly to keep my attention in case that guy didn’t work out).
I never contacted her for about 3 months, but would get constant messages and calls from her saying 'how come you never text/call me???" (Geee I wonder why *****).... professing her love and how much she misses me and if I am coming back. Funnly enough as soon as I would offer her to my place in my state - "Its just a simple plane trip here" she suddenly had excuses and "I am the man so it's me that should go to her"
So that’s my report – Looking back it seems like I succeed and gamed her properly, with the right amount of dread and comfort and all the way up to my job loss/COVID and just generally dropping the ball, which was as you could guess was conveniently when she had the old flame ready for her getting dropped by me… The absolute strangest part is that she didn’t **** him or end up dating him. (Especially when the current culture today is all ‘big black ****s’ etc, seems she and women can be type that just needs to be in a relationship.
I got a call from her recently and she has completely gone full ‘light switch’ – ‘I never liked our sex and always faked it’, ‘I had to finish myself off at home, you never made me orgasm’ — She thinks her beta Tinder boyfriend is the best thing and is glad things went they way they did (probably because if she terms it that way she was in full control of her destiny)
All I replied with was ‘I do feel guilty for essentially renting all 3 of your holes for free with no intention of giving you my commitment or stupid enough to marry you’
An me, I am 36, single, never married or no kids. Average height, long term unemployed but still have thick hair no receding as 1+ point (jk)
Well I feel like this has deflated all my hope on women in my life overall. At 36 years old I feel like I am past my prime to score women that are young and the kind I want rather than vicious and past their good **** date 30+ year old offcuts.
Oddly this story I went through has made me believe the world of women is out for my heart and mojo, but mostly because it is almost a repeat of history that I NEVER WANTED TO FEEL AGAIN; 19 years ago when I was a 18, I dated this knockout little hotty teen slut- I had a huge crush for her and we ****ed like rabbits, I went full beta and desperate for just her, she ended up cheating and I found out by … yep you guessed it, Her Email (LOL? God damn it) – and yep that guy coincidentally ‘hurt her’ with his ****, the only difference is she slept with him and the Italian girl did not – which is a plus because being older and more mature I can see that girls probably care little about size, and more about commitment and mostly frame and dominance.
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