What’s up fellas. I gotta tell you about my experiences being the epitome of an AFC and Captain Sav-a-hoe. I’m not here looking for any sort of sympathy, nor am I having a little pity party. I am doing this to confess my weaknesses to the group and what I plan to do about them, period. I don’t want to be a “DJ”, but from you guys I will learn a lot about the game and how it’s played.
So to start, I would like to say that my family history has been rough, I know, join the club. I was raised basically by my mother, my father was a butthole who would beat my sister (never me), who was five years older. He has changed over the years, but my sister lived a miserable life and ended up committing suicide a couple of years ago. Leaving behind two kids and four grand-kids. My parents divorced when I was 13 or so, I ended up living with my dad because I was given a choice and I chose to stay with whoever kept the house.
Both parents remarried. Life with dad wasn’t very good, I feel like I never lived up to anything in his eyes, I had very little guidance from him other than what I was doing wrong, but not what to do right. At the same time, my mother was so in love with her new husband, she consumed herself with him and I took the back seat. I guess, deep down, this was abandonment in my eyes, though I didn’t realize it until recently.
So with that said, I think the issues I had/have with my mother have caused an incredible amount of insecurity with women. Also, the way my dad treated me, made me feel completely inferior. I do whatever it takes, in my pea-brain, to keep a woman happy or whatever (AFC). The funny thing is that if I’m really into a woman, I’m a sick puppy and they end up going away. If I’m not really into them, they want me more; I never could figure this out.
So after being a loser with women in high school, I ended up with a girl, who I thought “picket fence” and everything when I was 19. Almost three years later, I suspected she and my best buddy were screwing, and I confronted her constantly. Eventually, she ended it. I was left broken and ashamed. It literally took a couple of years wallowing in self-pity to move on. Years later I talked to her and she finally admitted the affair.
After that, my luck with women turned around. I was being “me”, didn’t care if they were in my life, I was out to have a lot of fun, drinking and partying and getting laid. Next thing you know, I had a reputation of being a dog. So I hooked up with a woman when I was 25, she was 20. I wanted her badly. She played the crap out of me and I got hurt. But rather than wallow in self-pity, I grabbed the bull by the horns and got busy trying to move up at work and focus on some sort of career.
I ended up moving to another town with my job, met some of the coolest people I’ve ever known, and life was good, real good. My carefree lifestyle and abuse of credit cards caused me to go bankrupt at 29. So I moved back to the start and got a job as a FedEx courier. Again I buckled down and bought a house when I was 32. It’s nothing special, but it’s home, and better than renting.
So after working with FedEx for a while and buying a house, I finally had a good route in a college town. I worked that route for about three years. I never tried to hookup with any college students but there were a lot of women who would hookup with me. I didn’t care about any of them, I was having fun. I really never wanted to mix business with pleasure and getting involved with someone on my route could lead to very bad things, such as a sexual harassment accusation. So I was always very nice, I just didn’t care if I stayed with these women or not.
I ended up working another route in a small, industrial town in the mountains of western VA, 60+ miles from home. I worked there for over six years. I started to realize the amount of confidence I had in that uniform. I would deliver stuff to some very attractive women all over town, and I would smile and say, “I brought you a present”. I would chit-chat a little, always super-friendly, and out the door I went. They ate that up with a spoon. I wasn’t overcome with fear or low self-esteem because I was doing a job. The women in that town loved me to death, really. Why? Because I didn’t pose a threat to them when I approached them, I was being very nice all the time, and out the door I went. Mr. Mysterious.
So I made friends with a woman at the portrait studio in walmart. She’s married and I didn’t want anything from her but it was advantageous to me in one way or another. I just wanted a female friend to hang out with during my lunch break. That was better than sitting at a fast-food place or sitting in my truck for an hour, and it was someone to talk to. Shortly thereafter, I became friends with all the ladies in the hair salon in walmart, and I started taking my lunch break there instead.
All the guys in town seriously took me as the ladies man, they would mention it to me when I was delivering stuff to them out in the country or whatever. I didn’t know them from Adam. What I didn’t realize was the power I had over these women.
Now, in the mean time, back where I live, I got involved with a FB, she was married. Now stupid captain sav-a-hoe me allowed her to manipulate me into believing she was going to leave her husband for me. NOT. I’m glad she didn’t. The sex with this woman was phenomenal. This relationship went on for a year and a half. Finally, I was so sick of her drama and bs, I ended it and never looked back.
Well there was this one girl at the salon, she started working there shortly before my 40th birthday. She was 22. She had just given birth to her daughter a couple of months prior. She wasn’t with the baby’s daddy, she was with another guy she had dated off and on through high school. Either way, I wasn’t interested in her because what would she want with me, being 17+ years older? She was quiet and reserved but she and I sorta hit it off and really got to know one another. She was so damned cute, blonde hair and blue eyes, nice slender body, yum!
Now mind you, I’m a chubby guy, I’m decent looking, and resemble Robert Downey, Jr. I have women (and some men) asking me if anybody ever told me I look like him, lol. So that’s a plus, I do look like him in the face. But I do and always have had issues with my weight. Well, one day out of the blue, this 22 year old said, in front of God and country, “If I were 20 years older, I’d be all over you”, to me. I was in such disbelief from what she said, I asked her to repeat herself, which she did. I still had no intentions of pursuing her because she had a guy and a kid, and I didn’t want to ruin my friendship and my welcome in the salon.
So I was still playing captain sav-a-hoe with the other woman. I got the 22 year old’s number and started texting her. It was mostly just fun and some flirting, nothing major. Her guy looked in her phone and busted her. She threw me under the bus, she turned around saying I wouldn’t leave her alone and what not. She also went to the salon and told the girls there that I was harassing her, unbeknownst to me. A day or two later, I was on lunch and the girl was off, the other girls were scowling at me. I asked what was wrong with everyone. One of them piped up and told me. They also said the dude was gonna call FedEx on me for messing with his fiancé and I wouldn’t leave her alone.
Okay, so my back was against the wall, right? Well, I had a get out of jail free card, she had sent me pictures of her cute self. One was a sultry pic of her in bed, nothing revealing, but that was my proof. When the girls at the salon confronted me, I showed them the pic, which turned it around on the girl.
Her man did call FedEx, but I sorta beat him to the punch, because I told my manager when I returned to the station that I had something to talk to him about when I finished my work and was off the clock. This was a matter of 10 minutes. There was a call on the intercom for my manager while I was checking out, there are a lot of calls for him so I thought nothing of it. I went to talk to him, I said, “You know how I take my lunch at the salon, right?”. “Well, there’s this girl there who…”. He said, “Yeah, that’s what the call I just got was about”. I looked him in the eye for a couple of moments, then I broke out my phone and showed him the picture. ‘Nuff said.
I sent her a text saying thanks for throwing me under the bus! He called my boss! Then I left her alone. The next day, the other girls in the salon brought her to tears over this and what she was doing, hahah!!! She has a severe anxiety disorder and absolutely breaks down immediately if she’s confronted by something serious. I told her I wanted to talk to her man, because if he were a man, he would have confronted me instead of calling my boss, right? He’s a little wannabe badda$$. I could knock the freakin’ snot out of him and he knew it. So a couple of days later, we talked, in front of her, and that was that. I didn’t bust her by showing him the pics, the girls in the salon couldn’t believe it but they sure did respect my reasoning behind it; it’s not my place, she will pay the price, eventually.
So they got married a couple of months later. I had no hard feelings for what happened and continued to be her friend when I was there for an hour a day. We were always being teased by the other girls because the attraction was blatant. So I was introduced to a woman in the city hall, we sorta hit it off and started a relationship. We went to the Salon’s Christmas party that year (2009), the other girl and her hubby were there and shortly thereafter she admitted being very jealous. City hall girl didn’t pan out.
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So to start, I would like to say that my family history has been rough, I know, join the club. I was raised basically by my mother, my father was a butthole who would beat my sister (never me), who was five years older. He has changed over the years, but my sister lived a miserable life and ended up committing suicide a couple of years ago. Leaving behind two kids and four grand-kids. My parents divorced when I was 13 or so, I ended up living with my dad because I was given a choice and I chose to stay with whoever kept the house.
Both parents remarried. Life with dad wasn’t very good, I feel like I never lived up to anything in his eyes, I had very little guidance from him other than what I was doing wrong, but not what to do right. At the same time, my mother was so in love with her new husband, she consumed herself with him and I took the back seat. I guess, deep down, this was abandonment in my eyes, though I didn’t realize it until recently.
So with that said, I think the issues I had/have with my mother have caused an incredible amount of insecurity with women. Also, the way my dad treated me, made me feel completely inferior. I do whatever it takes, in my pea-brain, to keep a woman happy or whatever (AFC). The funny thing is that if I’m really into a woman, I’m a sick puppy and they end up going away. If I’m not really into them, they want me more; I never could figure this out.
So after being a loser with women in high school, I ended up with a girl, who I thought “picket fence” and everything when I was 19. Almost three years later, I suspected she and my best buddy were screwing, and I confronted her constantly. Eventually, she ended it. I was left broken and ashamed. It literally took a couple of years wallowing in self-pity to move on. Years later I talked to her and she finally admitted the affair.
After that, my luck with women turned around. I was being “me”, didn’t care if they were in my life, I was out to have a lot of fun, drinking and partying and getting laid. Next thing you know, I had a reputation of being a dog. So I hooked up with a woman when I was 25, she was 20. I wanted her badly. She played the crap out of me and I got hurt. But rather than wallow in self-pity, I grabbed the bull by the horns and got busy trying to move up at work and focus on some sort of career.
I ended up moving to another town with my job, met some of the coolest people I’ve ever known, and life was good, real good. My carefree lifestyle and abuse of credit cards caused me to go bankrupt at 29. So I moved back to the start and got a job as a FedEx courier. Again I buckled down and bought a house when I was 32. It’s nothing special, but it’s home, and better than renting.
So after working with FedEx for a while and buying a house, I finally had a good route in a college town. I worked that route for about three years. I never tried to hookup with any college students but there were a lot of women who would hookup with me. I didn’t care about any of them, I was having fun. I really never wanted to mix business with pleasure and getting involved with someone on my route could lead to very bad things, such as a sexual harassment accusation. So I was always very nice, I just didn’t care if I stayed with these women or not.
I ended up working another route in a small, industrial town in the mountains of western VA, 60+ miles from home. I worked there for over six years. I started to realize the amount of confidence I had in that uniform. I would deliver stuff to some very attractive women all over town, and I would smile and say, “I brought you a present”. I would chit-chat a little, always super-friendly, and out the door I went. They ate that up with a spoon. I wasn’t overcome with fear or low self-esteem because I was doing a job. The women in that town loved me to death, really. Why? Because I didn’t pose a threat to them when I approached them, I was being very nice all the time, and out the door I went. Mr. Mysterious.
So I made friends with a woman at the portrait studio in walmart. She’s married and I didn’t want anything from her but it was advantageous to me in one way or another. I just wanted a female friend to hang out with during my lunch break. That was better than sitting at a fast-food place or sitting in my truck for an hour, and it was someone to talk to. Shortly thereafter, I became friends with all the ladies in the hair salon in walmart, and I started taking my lunch break there instead.
All the guys in town seriously took me as the ladies man, they would mention it to me when I was delivering stuff to them out in the country or whatever. I didn’t know them from Adam. What I didn’t realize was the power I had over these women.
Now, in the mean time, back where I live, I got involved with a FB, she was married. Now stupid captain sav-a-hoe me allowed her to manipulate me into believing she was going to leave her husband for me. NOT. I’m glad she didn’t. The sex with this woman was phenomenal. This relationship went on for a year and a half. Finally, I was so sick of her drama and bs, I ended it and never looked back.
Well there was this one girl at the salon, she started working there shortly before my 40th birthday. She was 22. She had just given birth to her daughter a couple of months prior. She wasn’t with the baby’s daddy, she was with another guy she had dated off and on through high school. Either way, I wasn’t interested in her because what would she want with me, being 17+ years older? She was quiet and reserved but she and I sorta hit it off and really got to know one another. She was so damned cute, blonde hair and blue eyes, nice slender body, yum!
Now mind you, I’m a chubby guy, I’m decent looking, and resemble Robert Downey, Jr. I have women (and some men) asking me if anybody ever told me I look like him, lol. So that’s a plus, I do look like him in the face. But I do and always have had issues with my weight. Well, one day out of the blue, this 22 year old said, in front of God and country, “If I were 20 years older, I’d be all over you”, to me. I was in such disbelief from what she said, I asked her to repeat herself, which she did. I still had no intentions of pursuing her because she had a guy and a kid, and I didn’t want to ruin my friendship and my welcome in the salon.
So I was still playing captain sav-a-hoe with the other woman. I got the 22 year old’s number and started texting her. It was mostly just fun and some flirting, nothing major. Her guy looked in her phone and busted her. She threw me under the bus, she turned around saying I wouldn’t leave her alone and what not. She also went to the salon and told the girls there that I was harassing her, unbeknownst to me. A day or two later, I was on lunch and the girl was off, the other girls were scowling at me. I asked what was wrong with everyone. One of them piped up and told me. They also said the dude was gonna call FedEx on me for messing with his fiancé and I wouldn’t leave her alone.
Okay, so my back was against the wall, right? Well, I had a get out of jail free card, she had sent me pictures of her cute self. One was a sultry pic of her in bed, nothing revealing, but that was my proof. When the girls at the salon confronted me, I showed them the pic, which turned it around on the girl.
Her man did call FedEx, but I sorta beat him to the punch, because I told my manager when I returned to the station that I had something to talk to him about when I finished my work and was off the clock. This was a matter of 10 minutes. There was a call on the intercom for my manager while I was checking out, there are a lot of calls for him so I thought nothing of it. I went to talk to him, I said, “You know how I take my lunch at the salon, right?”. “Well, there’s this girl there who…”. He said, “Yeah, that’s what the call I just got was about”. I looked him in the eye for a couple of moments, then I broke out my phone and showed him the picture. ‘Nuff said.
I sent her a text saying thanks for throwing me under the bus! He called my boss! Then I left her alone. The next day, the other girls in the salon brought her to tears over this and what she was doing, hahah!!! She has a severe anxiety disorder and absolutely breaks down immediately if she’s confronted by something serious. I told her I wanted to talk to her man, because if he were a man, he would have confronted me instead of calling my boss, right? He’s a little wannabe badda$$. I could knock the freakin’ snot out of him and he knew it. So a couple of days later, we talked, in front of her, and that was that. I didn’t bust her by showing him the pics, the girls in the salon couldn’t believe it but they sure did respect my reasoning behind it; it’s not my place, she will pay the price, eventually.
So they got married a couple of months later. I had no hard feelings for what happened and continued to be her friend when I was there for an hour a day. We were always being teased by the other girls because the attraction was blatant. So I was introduced to a woman in the city hall, we sorta hit it off and started a relationship. We went to the Salon’s Christmas party that year (2009), the other girl and her hubby were there and shortly thereafter she admitted being very jealous. City hall girl didn’t pan out.
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