There's this story posted on mindandmuscle by a guy that goes by the username, FunkOdyssey.
I read it years ago and it made a big impression.
His story mirrors my own except, I didn't let it progress to that point.
I made the tough decision of being cynical and paranoid instead of giving love a chance. But as always, we humans tend to regret our decision and romanticize the past and future.
So I went back and read that story again and it made me felt a lot better.
For some reason, these horror stories always have that effect.
Maybe I'm just looking for reasons to justify my decision.
Here it is.
"FunkOdyssey 04:41 PM May 13th, 2010
A couple people expressed interest in hearing this story so here we go.
I met Olga when she had just turned 18 and I had just turned 25. I met her on hotornot.com of all places, which is a site I was using to meet hookups. I had no illusions of finding relationship material in a place like that. She was a 5'0" tall 97lb Belarussian nympho with exotic features, long dark hair, darkly tanned skin (her family originated from southwestern Russia so there was probably middle-eastern mixing) and the most perfect ass. The hottest girl I'd ever had.
We started hanging out/hooking up and after a couple weeks she says, "I think you should be my boyfriend." Now, I had also been seeing a 26 year old actuary, who really had her **** together, and was cute but not spectacular like Olga. I was forced to make a decision between them and I went with Olga on the basis of looks and awesome sexual chemistry. She was also perpetually happy, almost hypo-manic, and silly in a way that I found endearing. We were having alot of fun together.
I still did not think there was any chance of things getting serious because she was simply too young. That changed on this magical evening when we went on vacation and took MDMA at a rented house at Lake Winnipesaukee, NH. She went on and on about how she wanted to be a huge and important part of my life, just wanted to make me happy, wanted us to have a future together, etc. I bought it and started falling for her.
However, I was still in control of the relationship initially and was the less interested party. At one point several months into it, her ex-bf was still calling her (I would find out why years later) and she was not inclined to change her phone # to stop it. I threatened to leave her and she immediately had a severe panic attack on the spot, that is how attached she was. Changed her # immediately.
She was spending all her free time with me, coming to visit me while I worked, coming to my house before I got home from work to cook my dinner, writing me love notes, doing my laundry, doing all kinds of crazy sexual stuff. Basically pulling out all the stops. Around a year in, she moved in with me. Things got even better. We never fought and seemed to be hopelessly in love. Everyone was envious of us.
Around 18 months in, I asked her to marry me. She was young, only 19 1/2 years old, but seemingly perfect. Lots of fun, super hot, domestically inclined, very loyal (I thought), and completely in love with me. It was the easiest decision in the world to lock that down. Of course she said yes, and we entered a new higher than high, high in our relationship.
Our engagement lasted 2 years. After she turned 21, things began to change. The passion was definitely cooling off after 3 years and having lived together for 2. And she was wanting to go out to bars and clubs without me far too often for my taste. We began to fight over that a bit, and reached an uneasy compromise of limiting her solo bar and club-hopping "girls nights" to once every week or two. She was constantly pushing the envelope of what I'd allow her to do though, to maximize her time out partying. I chalked this up to a phase of "just turned 21 novelty" that would pass.
Around 2 years after our engagement she decided it was time to get married, right now. She planned a wedding in 11 days. She immersed herself in the details of it 24 hour a day for that period and somehow made it all happen in that timeframe. We were married on Feb 14th, Valentine's Day 2009.
I read it years ago and it made a big impression.
His story mirrors my own except, I didn't let it progress to that point.
I made the tough decision of being cynical and paranoid instead of giving love a chance. But as always, we humans tend to regret our decision and romanticize the past and future.
So I went back and read that story again and it made me felt a lot better.
For some reason, these horror stories always have that effect.
Maybe I'm just looking for reasons to justify my decision.
Here it is.
"FunkOdyssey 04:41 PM May 13th, 2010
A couple people expressed interest in hearing this story so here we go.
I met Olga when she had just turned 18 and I had just turned 25. I met her on hotornot.com of all places, which is a site I was using to meet hookups. I had no illusions of finding relationship material in a place like that. She was a 5'0" tall 97lb Belarussian nympho with exotic features, long dark hair, darkly tanned skin (her family originated from southwestern Russia so there was probably middle-eastern mixing) and the most perfect ass. The hottest girl I'd ever had.
We started hanging out/hooking up and after a couple weeks she says, "I think you should be my boyfriend." Now, I had also been seeing a 26 year old actuary, who really had her **** together, and was cute but not spectacular like Olga. I was forced to make a decision between them and I went with Olga on the basis of looks and awesome sexual chemistry. She was also perpetually happy, almost hypo-manic, and silly in a way that I found endearing. We were having alot of fun together.
I still did not think there was any chance of things getting serious because she was simply too young. That changed on this magical evening when we went on vacation and took MDMA at a rented house at Lake Winnipesaukee, NH. She went on and on about how she wanted to be a huge and important part of my life, just wanted to make me happy, wanted us to have a future together, etc. I bought it and started falling for her.
However, I was still in control of the relationship initially and was the less interested party. At one point several months into it, her ex-bf was still calling her (I would find out why years later) and she was not inclined to change her phone # to stop it. I threatened to leave her and she immediately had a severe panic attack on the spot, that is how attached she was. Changed her # immediately.
She was spending all her free time with me, coming to visit me while I worked, coming to my house before I got home from work to cook my dinner, writing me love notes, doing my laundry, doing all kinds of crazy sexual stuff. Basically pulling out all the stops. Around a year in, she moved in with me. Things got even better. We never fought and seemed to be hopelessly in love. Everyone was envious of us.
Around 18 months in, I asked her to marry me. She was young, only 19 1/2 years old, but seemingly perfect. Lots of fun, super hot, domestically inclined, very loyal (I thought), and completely in love with me. It was the easiest decision in the world to lock that down. Of course she said yes, and we entered a new higher than high, high in our relationship.
Our engagement lasted 2 years. After she turned 21, things began to change. The passion was definitely cooling off after 3 years and having lived together for 2. And she was wanting to go out to bars and clubs without me far too often for my taste. We began to fight over that a bit, and reached an uneasy compromise of limiting her solo bar and club-hopping "girls nights" to once every week or two. She was constantly pushing the envelope of what I'd allow her to do though, to maximize her time out partying. I chalked this up to a phase of "just turned 21 novelty" that would pass.
Around 2 years after our engagement she decided it was time to get married, right now. She planned a wedding in 11 days. She immersed herself in the details of it 24 hour a day for that period and somehow made it all happen in that timeframe. We were married on Feb 14th, Valentine's Day 2009.