Aaargh I must be insaneFollow

Wow good job man. Hope your love life works out.

I can't say it any better than Samira.

Samira has a very cogent point there, bro.

It's very easy to get bogged down in the mundanities of leases, checking accounts, what your wife's friends are going to think of you, when the warranty expires on your transmission, which idiot is going to warm his *** in the oval office for the next four years, etc.

If you're not living life with REAL goals, then it's always good to step back and re-examine.

You only go around once. Better stop and smell the roses while you can. No regrets; have fun.

First thing... DID YOU USE A CONDOM???!!!

Second, your life is better than mine so BOOYAH BABY! Gratzies on some fun.

First of all, I thought brown people had better control over their women. Second, by Bob, man, bang that drum till your drumstick breaks.

well I had a similar situation...only not as severe. About 2 and a half years ago, I was in a 4 year relationship (which is nothing compared to your 8 years of marriage but let me continue), and we were contemplating matrimony. Then, seemingly out of nowhere, things really hit the dirt. We started arguing more, and then after about two weeks of not getting along all that well, she decides that we should split.

I have to take a break to explain something, to be honest, I have a psychological issue which, when dumbed down into layman's terms is called internalization...which is still somewhat vague. Basically, I'm an outgoing guy, no oddities, just, when I feel I'm insulted, or feel pressured, I don't release it, I "internalize" the situation. I don't hold a grudge, I just silently stress about it. Anyway, I conceeded to her quite often. I wasn't whipped, I just was genuinely nice to her cause I knew how I would like to be treated. I never lied, cheated, or acted out likewise behavior that would affect her. Now that I have that cleared up...

We decided that a split was imminent, and so she made arrangements to move out of our apartment. I felt much like you did, quite down and just moped around the apartment for a while. I worked longer hours to try and forget about what I had just lost.

Coincedentally, my dad was holding a party up our lake cottage, and encouraged me to come up to the party and just forget about it all and try to have fun. Being that I grew up on the lake, watersports, campfires, ect. I agreed it would be good for me. I decided to leave work early on that friday to go up to the lake to help him set up for the party. 5:00 rolls around and this new trans am pulls up, and out comes this rediculously hot girl, and by my estimates, was roughly my age at the time (21). She instantly seemed interested in me, and at first I brushed it off, thinking that I wanted that, so of course I'd try to make myself see it. More people arrived, and we all headed out on the boat, where I decided to showboat...just a tad. I am a wakeboarder (like snowboarding, but on water, behind a boat, holding onto a skI rope), and I pleased the party goers with a few flips and tricks. After we docked the boat, everyone congregated in chairs at the lakefront, socializing among themselves. "Hey there, that was impressive out there. Is this seat ok for me to take?" she said as she pulled up a chair next to me. We sat and talked about anything and everything until it was dark enough that the rest of the party was sitting around the camp fire.

It was quite obvious to me that she was at the very least, interested in getting to know me better. That night we stayed in the cottage together and had incredible sex(For those of you wondering, yes, I used a condom). Even outside the sex, we just seemed to click. Her birthday was 8/19, mine was 8/20 of the same year...at the same hospital. We both grew up at lakes, we both were interested in computer software design. She was not only hot, she was really smart. Oh yes, she will be mine.

On our very next date, something seemed to be bothering her, and finally she confessed that on select nights and select weekends, she was a stripper. I knew there had to be a downside to her, but honestly, I was too drawn into her to let that get in the way. She told me that she had never done any drugs, she had never gone home with anyone from the club, I was only her 3rd partner, and that she felt really guilty about keeping this little tid bit from me at the lake. Being the easy going internalizing guy I am, I let it all pass by and forgave all. We continued on a great relationship.

Now, we've been dating for just over 2 years. I learned that she started stripping because of her first love. He constantly put her down, and told her how she didn't try hard enough to be sexy for him. So she started stripping for the self confidence, to know that she was sexy. Let me tell ya, she's 5'8, 115 lbs, double D cups...and dispite all that, her face is her best feature. Giving her as much confidence as I could, she stopped stripping after 3 months. We've had a solid relationship the whole way through. I wasn't really looking to get right into a serious relationship while I was at the lake party roughly 2 years ago, but at the same time, I'm glad I didn't just take her as a rebound. We recently bought a house together, and I have never been happier. The best advice I can offer is just keep an open mind.

EDIT: as a side note...my ex girlfriend found out about my current girlfriend about a month after I was already with her...man was she ever jealous. It was glorious.

Edited, Wed Aug 18 13:51:05 2004 by FujiwaraClan

I must of been out of it to share this stuff.

Of course I used a condom where applicable. Do I look suicidle?

Thanks for the backup, I am pretty much going with the plan that this is just for fun.

Get ********* for me too, and happy birthday.

As for you Git, git git git it on!

Yea, you ******* I did mention it. I even created a thread specificaly about it and I believe you made some pithy comment about it.

As for the disgusting remark: come on man, you kddney punch them while doing them doggy style. They tighten up, and start bucking like a bronko! Yee Haa! So much better.

You do understand that your freinds paid for a hooker for you, right?

I never have liked you pickle, you remind me of the jackhole in the back row of class in high school who just couldn't keep his mouth shut, just had to taunt the teacher, just had to make fun of the funny looking kid in the front row, just had to think he was the "joker" of the class, the funny one everyone liked. It was sad really. People laughed, but for the wrong reasons, it was laughs of embarasment and discomfort, pickle. Sure some of your **** is funny but you always push it to far. You have no idea when enough is enough. A sad cry for attention is still just sad.

And who the *** is Maurice?