Stamped: July 11th, 2007 | Toggle Similar
Tagged: complaint dept., confession of the week, crushes, cuckold, dicks, heartbreak, love blows, online dating, weirdos, what if?.

These last few weeks have been trying on my patience, my faith in people and my soul. You almost managed to rob me of that little voice in me that tells me that most people are good. You made me momentarily regret that I am as trusting as I am and even made me look at people in a whole new light — one that isn’t quite so rose-colored. But before you start to rejoice in your office chair, you should know what that means for you.

You expressed some insecurity over some aspects of my life recently and it really surprised me. Truth be told; it made me like you more because it made you seem a little more human and was somehow endearing. If you had meant all of the sweet things that you said that day and actually called back as promised, then you would have heard all kinds of things that you’d never expect from me as well.

You claimed to be worried about all of the “hot guys” that I am in contact with and said that you felt that you could never compete with them. Already being skeptical after your previous behaviour; I wondered if that was just your kind way of trying to bow out gracefully and spare me any more confusion, but you assured me that was not at all the case. If you had bothered to deal with things like a man and follow through with your promises, then maybe you would have been able to really get how I saw you.

Just for fun, let me tell you: I thought you were magnificent.

It started with thinking that I saw something sweet in your dark little eyes. From there, it grew as I got to know you—or what I thought was you. When I learned about what you do and as you expressed your passion for it; I was completely and utterly in awe and truly felt that I was in the presence of a gem at Starbucks that day. Hearing you speak of your love and admiration for your mother really touched me, and sadly, made me believe that your great love for her automatically meant that you were respectful of women. Silly me. As things moved on and I learned more about your naughty side; it seemed to bring out mine in a way that I had NEVER thought possible (even writing about sex for a living). I can’t begin to express how incredibly sexy and intoxicating I found you or the way my body reacted to simply hearing your voice or thinking of you. All of those things, coupled with your calm nature made me foolishly fall hard and want to do things with you and to you that would have left you cross-eyed and satisfied for a LONG time—and I don’t just mean sexually.

You see, there was no need to compete. Not that you deserve to know any of this, but when there was another “hot guy” that I was contemplating when we first met; you won out by a long shot. Kudos — the illusion that you created made you appear to be the hottest man on Earth.

This post originally started out to be a series of much deserved cheap shots at you for the way you misled me. A few wise cracks about your extra-curricular interests that you blatantly lied to me about and ending with something along the lines of: “go cuck yourself”. It would have made for a far more entertaining post than this one, but in the end, I am still too good a person to do that to anyone—even you—you lying little man, too busy with your quest to find the ultimate cuckold experience to see the amazing things that are right in front of you. Be grateful that this is all that I can be bothered to do in retaliation for the way you fucked with me. Had it been someone else, I would guess that those special pics of you would have been plastered allover your work website by now.

My rose-colored glasses are back on.

NEXT!!!

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