DragonBlood said:
Thats a double edge sword Dali because if you were what she really wanted why would she ever leave? It sounds like you were the bad boy that helped her feel wild, knowing she could break free whenever she wanted to pursue something more sustainable. If I was Kevin though, god I would feel gutted reading that post. I agree that woman simply "are" but on the other hand a part of me feels like both of you were played and she was in control of the whole situation. I will admit though this is a tricky subject.
I was the bad boy, the secret lover that was an escape for her. I left out some bits from the story because it wasn't important. "Liz" wanted more with me, she tried and tried to get me more involved, to go on "dates" with her, she even tricked me into meeting her cousin. Yet I told her that all I can be is the guy "in-between" the real guys, and didn't budge.
Was I played? Well, I wanted some no-strings attached sex, and perhaps someone to spend some time on weekend mornings (an escape for me, if you will), but nothing else. I did not want to "keep" her, and she wasn't something perfect that I could see myself growing old with. I knew full well it won't last, and it didn't. Right on the clock, three months in, she moved on to Kevin. So, I've got what I wanted, and I moved on to another girl afterwards. I will never know for sure what she really wanted. Was I played? Did she get played? It doesn't matter that much.
I think once you've seen this side of women, you don't really have a choice. The only way to have a piece of mind IS being the bad-boy lover, not being.
DragonBlood said:
Thats a double edge sword Dali because if you were what she really wanted why would she ever leave?
And coming back to this - the next girl I was in a similar situation with... She never left. I've did everything pretty much the same, the in-between guy shtick, meet no more than three times a month, sleep with other girls...
And she was OK with all that. Two months in, another "Kevin" came to her life, and she chose to stay with me. That guy was everything so much more than me on paper. I'm a curious person, so I remember doing some digging and getting access to this girls messages; If you could read what girls discuss with each other... mind-blowing. And although it did sting me knowing she was considering another option... That's life. Her life, actually, and she had a comfortable life with a millionaire on one side of the coin, and me on the other. In her shoes, I would have chosen the millionaire.
Girls are, however, odd things. Few of her messages to her friends made me realize, how important is tight game.
<...discussing her current situation...>
"I think I'm falling for M. I know that he would love me a lot, and I have no guarantees with Dali"
"Girl, we haven't spoken since, but I remember how I've met him. Dali's SUCH a damn good player, and you know it! And M's got his own YACHT!"
"Yeah, but I think he's slowly falling for me. I think I saw him catch himself fall out of the line a few times"
"Well, I don't think Dali is trustworthy. Just enjoy him for now, feel free, but move on to M"
"Yeah, i can't really trust him either. But it's like I'm slowly carving through his armor, and I think I can get to him"
"Be careful, girl! Oh, and..."
<... topic goes to shoes, gossip and other woman-things ...>
And heck, you could see how much she wanted me. After spending a night, I'd tell her that I'm planning to clean up my place and work for a couple of hours before leaving to another town, so she'd clean my place for me while I do my work so she'd get another hour with me. I had lost my cooking knives (boring house moving story), so she'd bring a nice expensive chef knife wrapped up as a gift one evening. I'd tell her I'm in another town for a weekend, and she'd ask me if she can drive over to see me. I'd go out with my friends, and she'd call me in the morning, bring me fresh coffee to bed and jump my hungover bones.
Five months in, I found myself getting attached to her. I knew that I was giving a little bit more to her - I'd spend whole weekends with her, we'd meet for a coffee during the week, I let her meet some of my friends and so on. She confessed she had an "emotional affair" with this other guy. She spared me the details, but actually honestly admitted everything I've read myself. I told her point blank that she's an idiot for staying with me, and she should have moved on. And she still stayed.
It's been around a year since I've started sleeping with the girl. Since April or March, we're "together" - and although she doesn't like it much, she accepts that I sleep with other girls on the side. To keep me from straying, she simply tries harder to please me. Heck, she still ****-tests herself - just this Saturday, as we're driving to get some breakfast at A place (which she suggested):
"Actually, maybe we should go to B place"
Just before I'm about to call her out and tell her that we will go get some cat-burgers from a dodgy side-cart, she quickly corrects herself:
"Uh, actually, you shouldn't always listen to me. I should stop doing this, and I know I should try harder to catch myself before spouting this stuff. Sorry. I like both places, and I'm happy to go to either one."
I guess you could say I am getting played by this girl. And I have to admit, I enjoy every moment of it.
This isn't meant to be some sort of a brag story. What I want to get to, is that if you chose to be "Kevin", you lose. My current girl - she ain't perfect either, and I know full well she can just grow cold and move on one day. But if you want to have a peace of mind... just sleep with her on the first night, and keep only those girls that are worth keeping. If they don't stay around - be damn happy about it! You just saved yourself time with someone who didn't really want you that much anyway!
I didn't want a girlfriend, and I've got one that I could see myself growing old with. I consider leaving this girl pretty much daily, because I enjoy solitude, but I can't find any good reason. Irony of life, eh?