Easing my way into a well-worn rut
November 5, 2012 19 Comments
I’m working these days so I’ve not got much time or inclination for chasing girls. For a couple of years while I was building up the various pillars of my life (health, romance, travel etc) it was all coming at the cost of my Career/Financial pillar slowly eroding. The transition from go-getting professional banker to lazy hammock-sleeping wop is a gradual process so it took a while to realise Expert System Energy Husky was becoming increasingly agitated. I refuse to be one of those pussy-hounds that the Community so lionises, who do the “300 Day Challenge” or other such ego-ridden nonsense that results in your whole identity being wrapped up in chasing women. Men who’ll find themselves hitting their mid-thirties prime with loserness having crept up on them by squandering their 20s on the pussy carousel.
My ego demands entirely different gratification! I still work towards the Cervantes-esque male development model and right now that means topping up my career and savings. There’s something purposeful and satisfying about making my early morning walk to work and then coming home that evening with a pocketful of loot and the serene calm of having participated in a high-level value exchange. Manly pride has to be earned in manly arenas. Women can’t provide it.
So I plan to work until Christmas and then begin 2013 with a long sabbatical. Until then I’m just keeping my existing women ticking over. Here’s a sample of how I do it. I’ve put a focus on their hamsterbation.
Her: How is it today?
Me: relaxed I’m writing a report and I have to go to a client office next to [redacted] for a meeting at 4pm what are you wearing?
Her: Nick)) ahahah)) I’m wearing the leggings in which my ass looks especially appetizing and a long sweater )
Me: Hmmm….. I won’t undress you. I’ll just rip a hole in the leggings big enough to squeeze my dick through and roll up your sweater
Her: such a pervert )
Me: yes you are
Her: he)) Others usually call me an angel
Her: My teachers from Uni are so lazy that I will write the recommendation letters for me instead them Going to do it in English it means the teachers will never know what’s written there I need it for Uni in Uk
Me: how is your escape plan so far? I’m quite impressed that you are doing all of this hard work to try to get back into my bed
Her: ahaha)) I’m not gonna say no and ruin your fantasy )
Me: Maybe I’ll buy a blow-up sex doll and give it the same haircut as you, same clothes… same tarty facial expression then I’ll abuse it and lock it in my cellar
Her: ahaha! Nick! you’re awful ! too much sometimes I gonna to to my dance class
A few days later after a Skype call….
Her: It was nice to see your british face yesterday
Me: yeah, I liked chatting with you. It’s a bit difficult, now I’m starting to like you….
Her: Don’t play games with me, Nick You do It’s warning ))
Me: i’m playing xbox games
Her: YOU ARE THE REASON OF MY BRAIN EXPLOSION
Her: I’m totally lost somewhere between Russia and UK
Me: look at some photos of me, and you’ll feeling better
Her: ahaha) worse all your photos are full of Slavic beaches =D
Me: beaches or bitches?
Her: ahahaha)) sorry And you also don’t want to date with me such a bastard )) Probably I should delete you on the facebook and sleep well then )))
Me: you’re in Russia, what do you expect me to do? buy an NKVD cap and Nagan revolver, call everyone “comrade”?
Her: hehe))) I don’t expect anything It’d be quite stupid )) You give me a lot of emotions doing nothing ) it’s obviously a talent =D
Me: the English word is “charisma” I just ordered a big fat pizza mmmmmm
Her: lucky you)
and a few days after that….
Me: buy some Union Jack underwear next time you are here
Her: then I’ll be look like a typical UK tourist in your bed ! =D
Me: I like those Union Jack things. Top left (link to girl’s vest with British flag)
Her: no)) I already passed ‘typical tourist step of being in England’ no british flag on my clothes any more )
Me: I insist
Her: If you insist you can buy it for me )
Me: I might
Her: Really ? )))
Me: I want you to look good when I fuck you, so maybe I’ll buy you things
Her: ahahah))) don’t make excuses never will believe that this buying of Union Jack is because you want to be with me forever and die in one day together =D
Me: that’s scary
Her: for sure )
Me: so now you dream of marrying me I should run away
Her: ahaha) I was sure that you know me better )
Me: I had two girls ask to marry me in October. Don’t want any more in November
Her: I could ask you to marry me for getting UK citizenship only, but you would ask to much money I guess =D no choice only free sex and probable Union Jack underwear as a bonus )
Me: I might start charging you money to have sex with me too
Her: those women who asked you to marry them were crazy or drank or both?
Me: an ex-girlfriend (Russian), who still loves me and wants my children and an English girl who I never dated but she thinks I’m the perfect husband, like Darcy or Heathcliffe
Her: hm…curious ) too much attention for one terrible person but unfortunately guys who have wanted to marry me I was playing ‘good girl game’ with )
Me: I can imagine nice guys would want to marry you. And also that you control them and make them do lots of things for you they probably all call you an angel too
Her: no the last time I was talking with my boyfriend he called me terrible and soulless bitch =D I don’t think that I’m like this, honestly… I’m close to an angel )
Me: he probably called you that because he now realises he was wrong about you, and can’t accept responsibility for his own inability to understand women
Her: I don’t think so i gave you his expression without context doesn’t matter you’re much worse than I am My personality is still depending on people (especially men) who surround me the influence can change me i’m not fixed yet… but you’re already formed by your experience and it’s an irrepairable damage :/ I should run away from you
Her: hey Nick I have one message for you, it`s long, dont be scare
Her: I know this is my usually story, but this time I want to be determined. I don’t t think its normal that I miss something it doesn’t exist actually…. People miss things if they care about and like something what they have in their lives, or what they gat use to…I don’t want either of that with something I don’t feel it`s real. You exist here only as a word, sentence and picture.
I’ve said this several times and always break my rule, because it was – “I am about losing control but I think I like it”…. I cant even explain how you don’t think something is weird. I see that I am doing things which I usually do with people who are around me, for example sharing a great news, saying how I feel…and that is not normal.
Having fun is ok, that’s one thing, but living in illusion is wrong..every level or type of illusion. I have to go
Me: There is no illusion. I like you, you like me. Communication is about words, thoughts, and feelings. We share those now. When we video chat on Skype we can also share the face-to-face contact and see each other. These are good feelings. We don’t need a purpose or a mission. Happiness is it’s own goal and when we talk we like the feeling it gives. When you eat delicious food or listen to sweet music do you think “this is an illusion” or “what is the future”? No. You enjoy the feeling it gives you in the moment. Too many people live with their minds in the future or the past. Happiness is when you live in the present and enjoy the moments as they come to you.
And life goes on….