Hi Dj's, RAFC's, AFC,s and Ladies.
I recently closed a chapter in my life, and I wanted to share it with you all. Partly in thanks for the help and encouragement over the last several years, and also to help all of our brothers who feel hurt, abused, lonely and generally pissed off.
To get the flavor of my story, let's rewind a bit. I was a DJ in college and didn't know it. Broke all the school lift records for my weight class, football, hockey, etc. I was the guy multiple girls would set up "just sex dates." That means the AFC would take her to dinner, bs with her and then walk her to MY apt. building and drop her off. Looking back, this seemed to happen because I believed this is the way it should be. C & F were my trade marks before I even knew it was called C &F.
After college I started my own company. I was 25, had every hot rod toy you could imagine and dated the prime. Everyday I would come home from work and find between 1 and 10 college women hanging out in my pool and hot tub. For the next 3 years I OWNED LIFE. Sure I had minor troubles, and I worked 70 hours a week, but damn, it was easy mentally. Ok, it's at this time I dated Miss June Hooters girl (1999) In case you care to look, a centerfold (Gallery), Miss Hawaiian Tropic (1998).... and it seems the more places these women took me, the more hot women I met. I should have learned from that (WISDOM - READ AGAIN). THEY TOOK ME PLACES. And do you know what I did? I teased, flirted and basically didn't care what anyone thought. Also, and here was the key, I believe a man should be true to HIS word. So I just kept telling them all I DIDN'T WANT to be a serious BF with them. I had too many women chasing me and I wouldn't cheat on them. They all got mad at this statement, but they kept chasing me. (WISDOM)
Now, I MET HER. For those of you who have ever put on the blinders (one-itis? sp), read this and ponder it carefully. She was 18 at the time. I was 28. She was 5'7" weighed 105 LB's with long hair past her @ss. She was as close to perfect as I have ever seen. I started dating just her. No kidding she was perfect to date. We would even meet for lunch, skip the food and head straight to sex. 4, 5, sometimes more, times a day. Everywhere. Outside my buddies house, at the lake, in her parents room, on my motorcycle at a park. It was wild, it was great, and I fell hard. I blew off everyone else. I dropped my life. It's at this time I bought another company, and asked her to marry me. She hesitated (I should have seen the red flag)... but did say yes moments later. Anyway, we were married. I became a millionaire that same year. We lived a life most couldn't dream. Travel, big home, nice cars... I would take her shopping spree's and drop 5 grand in 5 hours.
Then she wanted a child. Now, around this time she started changing. Before she was always pleased with my spending money and taking her out, but now she acted like she DESERVED even more. Anyway, she got pregnant, and born to me was my beautiful son. By the way, she hated being pregnant. She thought she looked fat. Sex stopped, and the fights started. She even wanted me to stop playing golf with the guys cause she wouldn't go and I shouldn't have fun if she was pregnant and couldn't have fun. After my son was born she left the hospital wearing size 2 Rockies. She looked great, but she thought she was fat. As it turns out, the dr.'s said she had postpar. depression. They gave her happy pills that she said made her fat. Ok, so she is withdrawn, won't talk and basically hates her situation. I end up caring for Jr., taking him to work (I had around 100 employees at this time) and being the one to feed him, bathe him, etc. The more I did, the more she resented me. Around this time the stock market started crashing. My sales were dropping and I started laying off employees.
I knew my marriage was in trouble. I sought out my pastor and tried Marriage counseling. I read every book on relationship and tried all the BS it said to do. So you guys know, it's 100% wrong. Sounds good, but it's wrong. Trying to get a person to open up when they don't want too will make you needy, clingy, weak and the will run from you. Anyway, the ex got pissed one night in a drunk stupor and left (with my son).
I thought I would explode (of course many little and not so little things to this point). Then she has the guts to tell me that I need to give her a few hundred thousand to keep her in the lifestyle she likes, and for this I can see my son once a month or so. It is at this point I the fire and rage washed over me. I looked in the mirror and saw what a weak jackass I had become. It takes energy to change, and I fueled mine with rage. I got the best lawyer in my county and I filled for divorce and custody.
After served, she filled charges on me. I was accused of abuse to her, & my son. I was accused of child porn and molesting my son (that one, not formally and I was cleared of everything - never did any of the crap she claimed). Anyway, the courts in an attempt to protect my son till we went to court kept Jr. with her. I was ordered to pay $3,600 a month in child support and she got to live in the house, etc. Within a couple of months, she had a live in BF who didn't work. No need, I paid for everything. I ended up paying over $100,000 grand for my divorce, including two PI's that gathered invaluable info on her.
During these 14 months I didn't date. Not even once. I did start studying all of the information I could find on woman and relationships (DAVID D. DYD was one of the first, and by far the best starting point). If I wasn't at work, with my son, or reading I was drunk. I got kinda fat during this. (Up to a 38 inch waist, down to 31 now)
Anyway. After a year + of hell, I went before the judge, I was given custody of my son. Now, he just turned three. So there I was, single dad, wiped out financially, company struggling, with no friends in the area, no dates and too much responsibility. Within in a few months I closed my company and filled bankruptcy. I was a millionaire by 30, and wiped out by 32.
Ok. So David D. says attraction isn't a choice. Hmmmm, so how do you push the button? C & F, but to me it's more than that. It's letting a key of your energy fit with a woman's mental lock. So, the one woman I had contact with was my ex when she picked up my son. She still lived with the guy she met during our divorce, and had a child by him. So I started busting her balls, teasing her, and watching. I practiced on all women, but she was my lab rat for all new lines and scenarios. Well, after about 6 months she wanted me back. She tried too, and I got sweet revenge. I was dating lot's of hotties, so I turned her down. I asked what she had to offer, and she didn't have an answer.... my point exactly.
(Start the theme music to Rudy) Ok, I am still practicing. Bankruptcy was hard, and I have started a new business, and it is just getting off the ground. I have stood on the edge and looked down. I thought my life was over. Currently, I have lost count of the women calling. All ages from 18 to about 47. I don't get numbers anymore.... I literally have hundreds of numbers in drawers. I can't even remember who they are half the time. So now, if a woman wants to date me she has got to ask for the number and call. They all withdraw from this at first, but when they see you start to walk away not caring, they all ask for the number. I've had hooters girls chase me into the parking lot to get it.
So here, just for you, my golden wisdom. Let it serve you. Lean not on your own understanding, nor try to project your feelings on to her.
I recently closed a chapter in my life, and I wanted to share it with you all. Partly in thanks for the help and encouragement over the last several years, and also to help all of our brothers who feel hurt, abused, lonely and generally pissed off.
To get the flavor of my story, let's rewind a bit. I was a DJ in college and didn't know it. Broke all the school lift records for my weight class, football, hockey, etc. I was the guy multiple girls would set up "just sex dates." That means the AFC would take her to dinner, bs with her and then walk her to MY apt. building and drop her off. Looking back, this seemed to happen because I believed this is the way it should be. C & F were my trade marks before I even knew it was called C &F.
After college I started my own company. I was 25, had every hot rod toy you could imagine and dated the prime. Everyday I would come home from work and find between 1 and 10 college women hanging out in my pool and hot tub. For the next 3 years I OWNED LIFE. Sure I had minor troubles, and I worked 70 hours a week, but damn, it was easy mentally. Ok, it's at this time I dated Miss June Hooters girl (1999) In case you care to look, a centerfold (Gallery), Miss Hawaiian Tropic (1998).... and it seems the more places these women took me, the more hot women I met. I should have learned from that (WISDOM - READ AGAIN). THEY TOOK ME PLACES. And do you know what I did? I teased, flirted and basically didn't care what anyone thought. Also, and here was the key, I believe a man should be true to HIS word. So I just kept telling them all I DIDN'T WANT to be a serious BF with them. I had too many women chasing me and I wouldn't cheat on them. They all got mad at this statement, but they kept chasing me. (WISDOM)
Now, I MET HER. For those of you who have ever put on the blinders (one-itis? sp), read this and ponder it carefully. She was 18 at the time. I was 28. She was 5'7" weighed 105 LB's with long hair past her @ss. She was as close to perfect as I have ever seen. I started dating just her. No kidding she was perfect to date. We would even meet for lunch, skip the food and head straight to sex. 4, 5, sometimes more, times a day. Everywhere. Outside my buddies house, at the lake, in her parents room, on my motorcycle at a park. It was wild, it was great, and I fell hard. I blew off everyone else. I dropped my life. It's at this time I bought another company, and asked her to marry me. She hesitated (I should have seen the red flag)... but did say yes moments later. Anyway, we were married. I became a millionaire that same year. We lived a life most couldn't dream. Travel, big home, nice cars... I would take her shopping spree's and drop 5 grand in 5 hours.
Then she wanted a child. Now, around this time she started changing. Before she was always pleased with my spending money and taking her out, but now she acted like she DESERVED even more. Anyway, she got pregnant, and born to me was my beautiful son. By the way, she hated being pregnant. She thought she looked fat. Sex stopped, and the fights started. She even wanted me to stop playing golf with the guys cause she wouldn't go and I shouldn't have fun if she was pregnant and couldn't have fun. After my son was born she left the hospital wearing size 2 Rockies. She looked great, but she thought she was fat. As it turns out, the dr.'s said she had postpar. depression. They gave her happy pills that she said made her fat. Ok, so she is withdrawn, won't talk and basically hates her situation. I end up caring for Jr., taking him to work (I had around 100 employees at this time) and being the one to feed him, bathe him, etc. The more I did, the more she resented me. Around this time the stock market started crashing. My sales were dropping and I started laying off employees.
I knew my marriage was in trouble. I sought out my pastor and tried Marriage counseling. I read every book on relationship and tried all the BS it said to do. So you guys know, it's 100% wrong. Sounds good, but it's wrong. Trying to get a person to open up when they don't want too will make you needy, clingy, weak and the will run from you. Anyway, the ex got pissed one night in a drunk stupor and left (with my son).
I thought I would explode (of course many little and not so little things to this point). Then she has the guts to tell me that I need to give her a few hundred thousand to keep her in the lifestyle she likes, and for this I can see my son once a month or so. It is at this point I the fire and rage washed over me. I looked in the mirror and saw what a weak jackass I had become. It takes energy to change, and I fueled mine with rage. I got the best lawyer in my county and I filled for divorce and custody.
After served, she filled charges on me. I was accused of abuse to her, & my son. I was accused of child porn and molesting my son (that one, not formally and I was cleared of everything - never did any of the crap she claimed). Anyway, the courts in an attempt to protect my son till we went to court kept Jr. with her. I was ordered to pay $3,600 a month in child support and she got to live in the house, etc. Within a couple of months, she had a live in BF who didn't work. No need, I paid for everything. I ended up paying over $100,000 grand for my divorce, including two PI's that gathered invaluable info on her.
During these 14 months I didn't date. Not even once. I did start studying all of the information I could find on woman and relationships (DAVID D. DYD was one of the first, and by far the best starting point). If I wasn't at work, with my son, or reading I was drunk. I got kinda fat during this. (Up to a 38 inch waist, down to 31 now)
Anyway. After a year + of hell, I went before the judge, I was given custody of my son. Now, he just turned three. So there I was, single dad, wiped out financially, company struggling, with no friends in the area, no dates and too much responsibility. Within in a few months I closed my company and filled bankruptcy. I was a millionaire by 30, and wiped out by 32.
Ok. So David D. says attraction isn't a choice. Hmmmm, so how do you push the button? C & F, but to me it's more than that. It's letting a key of your energy fit with a woman's mental lock. So, the one woman I had contact with was my ex when she picked up my son. She still lived with the guy she met during our divorce, and had a child by him. So I started busting her balls, teasing her, and watching. I practiced on all women, but she was my lab rat for all new lines and scenarios. Well, after about 6 months she wanted me back. She tried too, and I got sweet revenge. I was dating lot's of hotties, so I turned her down. I asked what she had to offer, and she didn't have an answer.... my point exactly.
(Start the theme music to Rudy) Ok, I am still practicing. Bankruptcy was hard, and I have started a new business, and it is just getting off the ground. I have stood on the edge and looked down. I thought my life was over. Currently, I have lost count of the women calling. All ages from 18 to about 47. I don't get numbers anymore.... I literally have hundreds of numbers in drawers. I can't even remember who they are half the time. So now, if a woman wants to date me she has got to ask for the number and call. They all withdraw from this at first, but when they see you start to walk away not caring, they all ask for the number. I've had hooters girls chase me into the parking lot to get it.
So here, just for you, my golden wisdom. Let it serve you. Lean not on your own understanding, nor try to project your feelings on to her.