Past Relationships: Prologue
So as I get closer to getting married, I find myself reflecting a lot more on relationships I've had in the past. I suspect this is normal. The male animal puts a life of confusion and conquest behind him for the ease of consistency and comfort instead. Love doesn't hurt as well of course.
In all this reflection, I've decided I want to make an entry for each relationship in my past.
To any loved ones reading this, be they parents, or relatives, or women I'm about to marry, I would encourage you to read this only if you have a serious interest in my darkest of dark sides. Even as we all have a tendancy to exagerate the misdoings of our youths in biographies, I know for a fact the things I did to women and to be with women are the moments in my life that I am the absolutely least proud of.
There are a few other points of order:
1. I am going to use no names. This is not to objectify or decrease the impact or importance of any individual I have had relations with, but out of respect for people who may not want their names in here, especially if anything I write is emberassing.
2. This will get dirty at times. I do not intend to eroticize or romanticize any of my physical relationships, but I will state bare facts. Some of them will be gross. Others hard to read.
3. I have at least never sold a woman. At no point did I, perhaps foggy on the language being spoken in the course of my adventures, accept the keys to a Mercedes and just driven away, leaving her standing there with the man who gave them to me. I want bonus points for that.
In all this reflection, I've decided I want to make an entry for each relationship in my past.
To any loved ones reading this, be they parents, or relatives, or women I'm about to marry, I would encourage you to read this only if you have a serious interest in my darkest of dark sides. Even as we all have a tendancy to exagerate the misdoings of our youths in biographies, I know for a fact the things I did to women and to be with women are the moments in my life that I am the absolutely least proud of.
There are a few other points of order:
1. I am going to use no names. This is not to objectify or decrease the impact or importance of any individual I have had relations with, but out of respect for people who may not want their names in here, especially if anything I write is emberassing.
2. This will get dirty at times. I do not intend to eroticize or romanticize any of my physical relationships, but I will state bare facts. Some of them will be gross. Others hard to read.
3. I have at least never sold a woman. At no point did I, perhaps foggy on the language being spoken in the course of my adventures, accept the keys to a Mercedes and just driven away, leaving her standing there with the man who gave them to me. I want bonus points for that.