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Monday, April 1, 2013
You're Hot Or You're Not
I am so jealous of good looking men. I am a man. I have been observing the difference between the social acceptance good looking men and women get their whole lives from other men and women. I have also observed the way unattractive men and women are constantly rejected socially. I am talking about that automatic acceptance that good looking people receive from the opposite sex just because they are attractive. The hot people all seek each other out whether their age is fifteen or fifty.
I am 64 years old and have been walking the periphery of acceptance and non-acceptance by good looking women my whole life. Yes. I have had many relationships with sexy, hot looking women. . But, I have always had to work like a dog to get romances going. I almost never have been able to just walk into a bar, party, or anywhere and had good looking girls just look at me and want to meet me. Instead, I have been shot down, ignored, and rejected, time after time when attempting to meet hot women.
I am not quite good looking and not quite ugly. I'm just descent looking enough to shove my foot in the door sometimes. Yet, so many of my past and present friends and acquaintances can just show up anywhere and they automatically get attention. Do you get what I am saying? You know who you are and how things work. If a really good looking guy of almost any age walks into a social gathering he is in business. Same for good looking women. If you aren't attractive and walk into that same gathering you might as well stand by the wall and not take up space. You are going home alone.
Last week I got rejected as soon as I showed up by two women who are nice looking blonds . Both were very educated, accomplished, and really very nice people. Both were on an online dating site looking for men. Both were willing to meet me. Both rejected me after we met even after having a good time talking, eating and drinking with me.
I got each to admit that we were not a match because neither was physically attracted to me. I could feel that was the reason as I was with them so I probed. They each reluctantly admitted the same thing. I just was not they're type. I was sweet, smart, successful, and handled myself well. But, I didn't do it for either physically. I was out. Rejected.
Yes, beauty is in the eyes of the beholder and beauty is only skin deep and people
who make judgements purely on looks are shallow. I understand all of that. Meanwhile, these two blonds were not interested in me because I was not good looking enough for them. They were not special either, Just typical, attractive women I have been chasing my whole life and usually not catching. They are both sixty five now and the story would have been the same if they were both twenty or forty. They are the norm. They are just general examples of the in crowd. I also admit I have had many successes with similar people. Always with a struggle and a hard chase though.
If I were really good looking, not even gorgeous, then either would have been a slam dunk to be attracted to me and we would have probably ended up going out again. In any event I would not have been shot down because I was not attractive. So, they are just examples of the truth of my own insecurities about my looks.
I know that at the age of sixty four I am not supposed to sound like this. I know that the next person I go out with who likes my looks will cause me to not care about these feelings of insecurity about my looks. But I am not feeling that. I am feeling unappealing, unattractive.That I am not a good looking guy.
I really feel bad for people who are totally shut out their whole lives because they are unattractive or handicapped. But I am talking about me.
These two blonds harshly reminded me of something I have also known. Either you are in or out of the in crowd because of the way you look. I still want to know what it feels like to wake up in the morning and know I am attractive to the opposite sex.
Instead, I have had to to use my winning personality, keen insight, and intellectual appeal to get in the game. I probably should be grateful just to have been born good looking enough to succeed with some women occasionally after really trying to seduce them. I'm grateful for all my blessings. Still, I want to walk into a bar or party, or business conference and know I'm walking out with a pretty lady just because I''m hot. Not happening.
So, now that I have vented I can go back online and search for another good looking woman and maybe, connect physically with her.
But, I want it easy. .Like it is for the in crowd.
I am 64 years old and have been walking the periphery of acceptance and non-acceptance by good looking women my whole life. Yes. I have had many relationships with sexy, hot looking women. . But, I have always had to work like a dog to get romances going. I almost never have been able to just walk into a bar, party, or anywhere and had good looking girls just look at me and want to meet me. Instead, I have been shot down, ignored, and rejected, time after time when attempting to meet hot women.
I am not quite good looking and not quite ugly. I'm just descent looking enough to shove my foot in the door sometimes. Yet, so many of my past and present friends and acquaintances can just show up anywhere and they automatically get attention. Do you get what I am saying? You know who you are and how things work. If a really good looking guy of almost any age walks into a social gathering he is in business. Same for good looking women. If you aren't attractive and walk into that same gathering you might as well stand by the wall and not take up space. You are going home alone.
Last week I got rejected as soon as I showed up by two women who are nice looking blonds . Both were very educated, accomplished, and really very nice people. Both were on an online dating site looking for men. Both were willing to meet me. Both rejected me after we met even after having a good time talking, eating and drinking with me.
I got each to admit that we were not a match because neither was physically attracted to me. I could feel that was the reason as I was with them so I probed. They each reluctantly admitted the same thing. I just was not they're type. I was sweet, smart, successful, and handled myself well. But, I didn't do it for either physically. I was out. Rejected.
Yes, beauty is in the eyes of the beholder and beauty is only skin deep and people
who make judgements purely on looks are shallow. I understand all of that. Meanwhile, these two blonds were not interested in me because I was not good looking enough for them. They were not special either, Just typical, attractive women I have been chasing my whole life and usually not catching. They are both sixty five now and the story would have been the same if they were both twenty or forty. They are the norm. They are just general examples of the in crowd. I also admit I have had many successes with similar people. Always with a struggle and a hard chase though.
If I were really good looking, not even gorgeous, then either would have been a slam dunk to be attracted to me and we would have probably ended up going out again. In any event I would not have been shot down because I was not attractive. So, they are just examples of the truth of my own insecurities about my looks.
I know that at the age of sixty four I am not supposed to sound like this. I know that the next person I go out with who likes my looks will cause me to not care about these feelings of insecurity about my looks. But I am not feeling that. I am feeling unappealing, unattractive.That I am not a good looking guy.
I really feel bad for people who are totally shut out their whole lives because they are unattractive or handicapped. But I am talking about me.
These two blonds harshly reminded me of something I have also known. Either you are in or out of the in crowd because of the way you look. I still want to know what it feels like to wake up in the morning and know I am attractive to the opposite sex.
Instead, I have had to to use my winning personality, keen insight, and intellectual appeal to get in the game. I probably should be grateful just to have been born good looking enough to succeed with some women occasionally after really trying to seduce them. I'm grateful for all my blessings. Still, I want to walk into a bar or party, or business conference and know I'm walking out with a pretty lady just because I''m hot. Not happening.
So, now that I have vented I can go back online and search for another good looking woman and maybe, connect physically with her.
But, I want it easy. .Like it is for the in crowd.
Saturday, March 16, 2013
Online Sexual Relationship: Be Careful
I saw this beautiful black haired woman on an online dating site.
She was about 45, tall, and classy looking. Her profile said she lived in a
fancy suburb outside Chicago,
and that she was divorced and had no kids living at home. Perfect person for
me, an inveterate professional online dating love junkie 55 years old, good
looking, smooth talking and a great hustler of women.
I sent her an email
on match.com which is the online site. She saw my profile and which showed my
pictures, age, religion, income, likes and dislikes. All the stuff that is
supposed to matter. It may to some. Pictures and not having kids living at home
and a convenient location are the only things that matter to me.
She sent her phone number and we chatted briefly and then
she told me that she was going to be at this bar a few nights later to meet a
girl friend. I asked if I could meet her before her girlfriend got there and
she said yes. But, I would only have about 20 minutes to impress her because
when her girlfriend showed up I had to leave. What a great bitch!!
I was in love immediately. I was as excited as I got dressed
in my only Calvin Klein jeans and only polo shirt. See, I am an online fraud. A
guy who has nothing because of gambling and bad investments but who loves to
chase women and act like I’m solid personally and financially when in fact I am
a mess. The, maybe I find a sugar mama here and there.
I sped to this restaurant in the North Shore
and there she was sitting at the bar looking even better then her pictures. I introduced myself and she initially
appeared, from her body language, not be attracted me. She said good try but we
were not a match. Then, her girlfriend came and sat down. Meanwhile, I was
struggling to find a way to get Trudy captivated and couldn’t. Her girlfriend
however saved me by starting to talk to some guy and the pressure to for me to
leave abated.
I kept working Trudy psychologically to seduce her mind and
body until I could feel her really look at me as I was telling another story.
Her eyes twinkled. I knew she was interested. I asked if I still had to go send
she said no, not now because her girlfriend was intensely engaged in a conversation with the guy. So, I just keep
on talking to Trudy and pretty soon she stopped looking at her girlfriend and
other people and got close to my face and only saw me.
An hour later I asked her if she wanted to take a ride and
go to another bar. She said yes after checking with her girlfriend who did not
care. She was still involved with this guy. When we got into my car I tried to
kiss Trudy and she said no. Easy boy. We went to another bar and stayed till 4
in the morning. I then dropped her off at her car and we agreed to see each other
soon. I was totally in love. My love junkie addiction was triggered along with
my survival instincts. I had very little money. But, I was walking on the
clouds.
I called the next day and we talked for hours. We made plans
to go out together for dinner. We went out a few more times with me continually
trying to get her turned on but the most that ever happened was hot kissing. I
could not afford her. After about a month she finally invited me in her house
and we sat by the fire place and made out more only this time we got into
petting. Well, we petted and petted for weeks until we had done everything
imaginable . We would have some wine, smoke reefer, and swallow each other up
endlessly with necking and petting.
But, the bedroom was always waiting upstairs and she would
never take me there. Finally, in the midst of being in the throws of passion on
the couch she stood up, pointed her finger at the stairs leading to the
bedroom. We jumped in bed and fucked all night and all the next day. She came
and came and came. She was totally selfish and cared nothing about my
satisfaction. She just wanted me to do her right. I did. She said I was the greatest
lover in her long history and maybe in the world. This went on for months.
She never let me stay over, never offered any food, and was
completely critical of everything I did besides how I made love to her, She
never shared any intimacies with me. She was a plain and simple spoiled,
sarcastic bitch. But, it was fun getting to her sexually.
She called me the million dollar baby because she thought I
was such a long shot to ever end up being her lover we met. She continually
questioned out loud how she could be as turned on to someone as not classy,
uneducated, and as unsuccessful as me because I was not a professional like she
was used to being with..
But, she loved the way I got her off and we literally spent
the whole fall season in her bed eventually not even going out. Just wine,
dope, and her bed and then me getting kicked out every time afterward. No kindness
from her, no appreciation, no invitations for anything more then banging her.
Somehow, it all felt perfect though. I loved the torture of not getting all of
her when I still thought I wanted to.
So, we finally decided to leave the confines of her bedroom
to go somewhere else to fuck. We set up a trip to a small town bed and
breakfast. On the way there I happened to disagree with her about some minor issue.
The bitch would not talk to me for 2 hours until we got to the bed and
breakfast. She threw a total tantrum of silence.. Finally, we got to the bed
and breakfast and went out to dinner. We
were still hardly talking.
When the check came I asked her to pay for half the bill
since she had belligerently agreed to pay for half the vacation. She literally
threw a couple hundred dollar bills at me as if I were garbage. I said thank
you very gently to torment her. She wanted to fight.. Suddenly, I saw only the poison
behind her great looks. We came back to the inn and had angry sex and went to
sleep.
The next morning she wanted to go for a ride in the sand
dunes right near by. I thought it was a bad idea because it was storming and
freezing and we could get stuck on the beach. She demanded we go anyway. Sure
enough, there we were stuck on a beach trapped in a giant sand dune with no
help around. The more I tried to get out of the dune the deeper I got stuck.
There were a few four wheelers driving around because it was treacherous on
this beach. Hardly anyone was out
Finally, a ranger came by and tried to help. Trudy said that
I would never be able to follow his directions as he chained his vehicle to my
car to pull me out. Trudy demanded I let her drive. At the same time she was yelling
at me the ranger was trying to tell me what to do. So, as that nasty head of
hers was babbling in my one ear about how stupid I was to get stuck the ranger
was yelling instructions from his vehicle on how to get out.
I finally screamed loudly at Trudy to shut the fuck up
calling her a fucking bitch. She was shocked as if no one had ever spoken to
her that way. We finally got out of the dune. As soon as we hit the road Trudy
jumped out of the car which was literally in the middle of nowhere. Some other
guys were driving by and she stuck her thumb out to hitch a ride as I followed.
She got in their truck and I chased them. I really did not care about this
bitch anymore but I could not just leave her in that truck and drive away. What
if something happened? We were a hundred
miles from Chicago
in a torrential storm. I was actually afraid for her.
Finally, I pulled up beside the guys driving her and
explained that she was crazy and they had to get her out of their truck.. They
did and after twenty minutes of her walking her fancy ass down the road she was
too frozen to continue and got back in my car. Finally, she broke the silence
with a rant about how she could have gotten us out of the dune without any
help.
She screamed on and on. I just wanted to get her back home
again because now she was nothing more then a lunatic out of an Alfred
Hitchcock movie. But we were two hours from home. I still had not said a word
back to her.
Suddenly, she violently shook her finger at my face and
asked why I had screamed up, you fucking bitch at her. I said because she was a
fucking bitch.
She then punched me in the side of the face as I was
driving. I knew our fate was sealed then for sure and beyond redemption.
Someone who resorts to violence will do it again and again.
I said not a word afterward. She had not hurt me. I finally
got her within a few blocks of her house. She started to talk to me again. To
try and bail out. She said about herself that maybe I need to get some help.
Will I forgive her?
I still said nothing as I finally pulled into her driveway.
She called me several times afterward and I would not talk to her giving her no
reinforcement for stalking me or other craziness I realized she was capable of.
I think I might be hurt or dead if I was still with this
piece of crap, insane demented beauty. There are many fatal attractions out
there.
Be careful
Wednesday, March 13, 2013
An actual OCD episode explained
I have OCD short for obsessive compulsive disorder. If you don't know about it or don't have it then Google it. I have the kind of OCD where thinking over and over about performing some act that I think requires physical courage consumes my life. Today, I just woke up after sleeping 14 hours. For what? Because I do not want to give in to an obsession to call someone and report an unimportant act of rudeness to an old lady I witnessed. I'm hiding from myself.
This van driver was in the driveway of my high rise building. This older lady, who I do not know, was blocked in the parking lot entrance. He thought she had enough room to move around him. He would not move and she kept yelling at him. The frustrated lady jumped out of her car and started yelling at the dope He moved but as he moved he screamed "bitch" at her.
I was also going to get out of my car and confront the guy when the lady confronted him. I don't know why I did not. Maybe because it happened too fast, because I knew nothing would come of it, because the guy moved and it was over, or whatever my thinking was at the time. I just watched though. Immediately afterward I called the manager of the building to report the incident only to find out a month later she did no follow up to report this disrespectful guy to his company. I had gone on at length about the need for her to do something at the time because of his abusiveness.
I started to get locked into the thought that I should of gotten out of my car and helped the lady. Personal fear was not the issue. I have gotten into many hassles taking action in similar situations even where a physical altercation developed. I have also chickened out of other of the same situations. I have done much scarier things then walk up to that guy and assist the lady in her problem with him. But that time I didn't.
Going any further with this situation would now be sick. I know how to be sick and act out. I know how to work out obsessions mentally. I know it is not about courage which is what I once thought it was. Proving physical courage started me on this whole road long to convince myself of my misconception of the definition of manhood.
It's all about feeling bullied and not letting it happen. But, I have it wrong. I always have.
My attempt to face the fear of being bullied has dominated my life. That is what this is about. Courage has been my personal demon. In many instances I have confronted people or unnecessarily started fights just to ease my brain about an insult or other action I felt I had to respond to. It has almost never been about the actual event. It is always about the horrible feeling I get after I think I should have acted and didn't.
Yes. there are times to face fear and fight. This is not that.
So, after I cannot stand being consumed around the clock for days, weeks, months, and even years by something that made me feel like a coward I have gone back to find someone in order to settle my brain. I literally cannot function when I get caught in an OCD trap. Then, the real problems have started. Trouble is waiting for those that try to chase the past incorrectly.
It has been a mixed bag of me taking enormous and mostly unnecessary risks to relieve the urge to confront someone by speaking out or fighting. There have also been times where I did not act because of fear. I admit that.
I have ravaged my life having nothing on my mind except confronting some guy who made an offensive remark to me or someone else. I also have shown remarkable pure guts many times by facing someone in a situation where I know I will get my brains beat out or by facing real danger when someone is being attacked. I have proved I have real guts but it doesn't help the next time.
It is almost never is about the other person either. The victim or the bully. It is always to ease my own mind. It is always about me feeling bullied and not being able to feel better until I act out in some crazy way. I have had a lot of therapy with and without medicine. I have done a lot of Zen, read a lot of books, been in groups. I am also a compulsive gambler clean for over 4 years so I know about the 12 steps..
I have worked on my OCD problem ever since I learned what it was. I have mostly been a failure. I know that I can get rid of obsessive urges internally. Hard work has enabled that.But, I always want to act out inappropriately
I am still bad at letting things that trigger me go. So, my new thing was that once I found out the manager of my building did nothing to get that driver reprimanded I started to think I should report him. As soon as I got that thought I recognized it as OCD. I quickly deduced that getting satisfaction now involved doing a whole bunch of OCD steps that would only complicate a situation that now calls for doing nothing. Absolutely nothing. Doing anything externally will only entangle me.
I don't even know that lady or care about her being called a bitch. That is irrelevant now. The only relevant thing is that I started to feel I must take some action now when it's too late. That's what destroys me. It has in the past. It's a recipe for disaster even when it works. Acting out is not the solution. It's the problem. It perpetuates the disease instead of stopping it.
The point is that I want to let this urge to do something go. I have proved to myself I can do that without taking any external action. Because, if I act on this obsession there will just be another and another as there has been for forty years.
So, I'm not afraid to act. I just don't want to nourish my OCD episode. Feeding it gives my condition life for the next time. I have stood before judges, had my eye almost knocked out, and driven myself literally crazy in the past. I could recount a huge amount of similar instances like this one. I am lucky to be able to not be tormented by anything other then this new, small issue. I will treat it correctly.
I know so much about this disorder but it destroys me still. I feel so good when I clear my mind the right way.The wrong way does not last. I am winning
This van driver was in the driveway of my high rise building. This older lady, who I do not know, was blocked in the parking lot entrance. He thought she had enough room to move around him. He would not move and she kept yelling at him. The frustrated lady jumped out of her car and started yelling at the dope He moved but as he moved he screamed "bitch" at her.
I was also going to get out of my car and confront the guy when the lady confronted him. I don't know why I did not. Maybe because it happened too fast, because I knew nothing would come of it, because the guy moved and it was over, or whatever my thinking was at the time. I just watched though. Immediately afterward I called the manager of the building to report the incident only to find out a month later she did no follow up to report this disrespectful guy to his company. I had gone on at length about the need for her to do something at the time because of his abusiveness.
I started to get locked into the thought that I should of gotten out of my car and helped the lady. Personal fear was not the issue. I have gotten into many hassles taking action in similar situations even where a physical altercation developed. I have also chickened out of other of the same situations. I have done much scarier things then walk up to that guy and assist the lady in her problem with him. But that time I didn't.
Going any further with this situation would now be sick. I know how to be sick and act out. I know how to work out obsessions mentally. I know it is not about courage which is what I once thought it was. Proving physical courage started me on this whole road long to convince myself of my misconception of the definition of manhood.
It's all about feeling bullied and not letting it happen. But, I have it wrong. I always have.
My attempt to face the fear of being bullied has dominated my life. That is what this is about. Courage has been my personal demon. In many instances I have confronted people or unnecessarily started fights just to ease my brain about an insult or other action I felt I had to respond to. It has almost never been about the actual event. It is always about the horrible feeling I get after I think I should have acted and didn't.
Yes. there are times to face fear and fight. This is not that.
So, after I cannot stand being consumed around the clock for days, weeks, months, and even years by something that made me feel like a coward I have gone back to find someone in order to settle my brain. I literally cannot function when I get caught in an OCD trap. Then, the real problems have started. Trouble is waiting for those that try to chase the past incorrectly.
It has been a mixed bag of me taking enormous and mostly unnecessary risks to relieve the urge to confront someone by speaking out or fighting. There have also been times where I did not act because of fear. I admit that.
I have ravaged my life having nothing on my mind except confronting some guy who made an offensive remark to me or someone else. I also have shown remarkable pure guts many times by facing someone in a situation where I know I will get my brains beat out or by facing real danger when someone is being attacked. I have proved I have real guts but it doesn't help the next time.
It is almost never is about the other person either. The victim or the bully. It is always to ease my own mind. It is always about me feeling bullied and not being able to feel better until I act out in some crazy way. I have had a lot of therapy with and without medicine. I have done a lot of Zen, read a lot of books, been in groups. I am also a compulsive gambler clean for over 4 years so I know about the 12 steps..
I have worked on my OCD problem ever since I learned what it was. I have mostly been a failure. I know that I can get rid of obsessive urges internally. Hard work has enabled that.But, I always want to act out inappropriately
I am still bad at letting things that trigger me go. So, my new thing was that once I found out the manager of my building did nothing to get that driver reprimanded I started to think I should report him. As soon as I got that thought I recognized it as OCD. I quickly deduced that getting satisfaction now involved doing a whole bunch of OCD steps that would only complicate a situation that now calls for doing nothing. Absolutely nothing. Doing anything externally will only entangle me.
I don't even know that lady or care about her being called a bitch. That is irrelevant now. The only relevant thing is that I started to feel I must take some action now when it's too late. That's what destroys me. It has in the past. It's a recipe for disaster even when it works. Acting out is not the solution. It's the problem. It perpetuates the disease instead of stopping it.
The point is that I want to let this urge to do something go. I have proved to myself I can do that without taking any external action. Because, if I act on this obsession there will just be another and another as there has been for forty years.
So, I'm not afraid to act. I just don't want to nourish my OCD episode. Feeding it gives my condition life for the next time. I have stood before judges, had my eye almost knocked out, and driven myself literally crazy in the past. I could recount a huge amount of similar instances like this one. I am lucky to be able to not be tormented by anything other then this new, small issue. I will treat it correctly.
I know so much about this disorder but it destroys me still. I feel so good when I clear my mind the right way.The wrong way does not last. I am winning
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