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A short history of my love life

I started to get a little into some of my past relationships in the last post. I think I will try to live through all of my past relationships with women in this post. Let’s see how I do.

I could talk about the several girls I had crushes on in grade school, but none of them are really of any consequence. I can say the first time I was into a girl and did something about it was in 2nd grade. Admittedly, what I did was pass a note with check boxes (are you: 7 8 9, do you like me? yes no, etc.) but it was still a move on a girl. The first girl I had any serious relationship with was probably my sophmore year of high school. Again, there were a few crushes in middle school, but nothing that really mattered.

So, my sophmore year, I had a brief relationship with a freshmen. It mostly included note passing, a few phone calls, and a trip to the Christmas banquet (my private school did not believe in dancing, but we had banquets, so this was essentially homecoming for us). That relationship ended when a good friend of mine and I were playing with his neighbor (a very cute girl) and at one point in playing, I fondled her (not that she minded). Well, my friend found it necessary to tell this girl what happened. That was that.

There was a brief period where I had a pseudo relationship with said neighbor, which mostly involved hanging out at church stuff.

The next real interaction I had with a girl on a romantic level was the kiss on the bus of my senior trip. I have already told you about that.

My freshmen year in college I found my group of friends to hang out with that included several ex-students (should maybe have sent off some kind of warning bells, but not for me at that time) and townies. One of the townies and I started hanging out quite a bit. She gave me the first sexual interaction I had. She gave me oral. She broke up with me after two months because I wouldn’t return the favor. Though she never asked me too, which I found odd.

After that, while still at a small methodist university I found a “make-out” partner. We would basically just kiss a bunch and do some light petting. That never really led anywhere, though there is an interesting asterisk to put here. We became “myspace friends” and began catching up a little last year some time. One thing led to another, both of our curiousities got piqued, and she came down for a visit (she lives a few hours away from me). We got dinner, hung out, went to the zoo, and made out just a little. Haven’t talked to her since. I think we both realized it would never work and we were different people than we were in college.

I am thinking back through my college years, there were 6 of them (but I did get a degree in the end). I know there were girls I was interested in. I probably even went on a few dates. There was one relationship of note. We went out for almost a month.

She was a mutual friend of a close friend’s girlfriend (now wife). We were pretty cool together, I suppose. I think I was interested because she was interested. Always been a problem for me. So, one night, were at her house with only her little sister at home. We get to messing around on the bed, she’s only wearing panties, me, boxers. I have told her at this point that I’m not gonna have sex till I’m married, which she’s cool with. I was interested in other things, which she was not offering and I was too shy to ask for. I eventually “gave in” and told her to go find a condom. She had, at one point at least, several condoms. Nowhere to be found were these condoms. I think God stepped in here and did for me what I could not do for myself. So, maybe a week or less after that, I knew this wasn’t going to last. I’ll tell you my logic, then tell you what happened. I knew we were never going to get married, we just weren’t the right fit. I figured, why prolong this when its only going to make it tougher down the road? Seems logical, at least to me. So, I took her out one night. We ended up at the place we would park and make out. That is when I said something close to, “I can’t see myself marrying you, so I think we should just end this relationship now.” Bad choice of words on my part apparently. I figured that honesty is the best policy, so I would just be honest. I have learned since then that you can be honest and forthright while still caring for the other person’s feelings. So, we broke up, with her very sad and mad at me. Oops.

The only other incident I can think of to mention during this time of my life was as close to a one-night-stand I have had in my life. I used to hang out with a bunch of Europeans. They can drink. I reasonably held my own, but not really. So, we all get together, I think 14 of us in all, and rented a limo for a night on the town. We proceeded to get pretty drunk, went to several bars, including a strip club. At probably 2 or 3 in the morning, on our way home, I ended up sitting next to this girl. I’m drunk and horny. Shes a girl. I started rubbing her leg, one thing led to another, we get a bedroom in this shared house. I went down on her, she on me, and we messed around. Then she asked if I had a condom. I said no, but I bet the guy in the next room did, which was true. She said to not worry about it. We went to sleep. I didn’t talk to her much after that, but some of my buddies did make sure to give me a condom and a hard time the next week.

 I suppose I should mention some of the experiences I had with another friend of mine.

This friend was married at one point. Before and while he was married, he would, I don’t quite know how to say this, put on exhibitions with his wife. She would model lingerie, strip, and other such stuff for me and a few other close friends. I was also friends with his wife, we all worked together, and I am sure we made out once or twice. I know she put her hands down my pants at least once to “warm up her hands”. That does work by the way. So, after he seperated from her (gee, did anyone see that coming?) he had several other girlfriends, all of which he treated the same way. One in particular was especially “friendly”. She once performed fellatio on me when we were playing strip poker one night. I honestly felt bad about that, but it has since been pointed out to me that she always had a choice about that, she didn’t have to. 

Funny note: I am not friends with any of the people from the previous paragraph anymore. Huh.

So I guess the next real interaction I had with a girl was my most serious relationship thus far in life. We were set up on a blind date through a mutual friend from church. I was new to the church and didn’t know many people. Here is the odd thing about the way I treat relationships. I am so excited to just be in a relationship, that I will continue that relationship, even if I am no longer interested. I don’t know how much I was ever interested, but I certainly treated her like I wanted to marry her. It is good to treat women properly, but there is definitely a point where you are leading them on to an extent. There is something to be said for taking it slow. I mean, maybe save flowers and gifts for a little while, at least until you are committed to the relationship. Alas, I digress.

So, this was a “good, healthy, Christian” relationship. We totally fooled around. We were both of the same mind, and created many boundaries, but it was almost as if we created boundaries only to break them. We did get to a point where we were not as focused on the physical aspect of our relationship. After 6 months (almost exactly) she told me that I had a problem with drugs and alcohol. She knew this because I would tell her every time I got high, and I would drink excessively around her. She told me that her being in a relationship with me at this time was keeping me from seeing this problem and dealing with it. She was right. So, we broke up. What she didn’t know was that I had been trying to figure out a way to break up with her, so when she told me this, I said, “OK” like nothing big happened. I realize now that that was a horrible way to react and I hurt her quite a bit. Even now, almost 3 years later, our relationship is still strained. We have gone through some phases of being friends and being awkward. Now we just kinda silently avoid each other. Weird. I am willing to accept full responsibility for our problems in the relationship, but I really hurt her. I think she wanted to get back together once I had figured out my drug and alcohol problem. I had no such intention. That one is tough.

My next relationship was a little over a year later. This was kind of a groundbreaking, even if it was a short-lived relationship. She was a very pretty girl, the type I used to consider out of my league, and I asked her out. I haven’t done that much in my life. I even asked her out in a cool way. We hung out at this church function, that is where I met her. Everyone was leaving and I ended up talking to her in the parking lot. I said, “Say I wanted to talk to you sometime that wasn’t here, how would I go about doing that?” She walked right into it and replied, “I guess you could give me a call.” I said, “Okay, but I’ll need your number.” So we exchanged numbers. I was pretty proud of myself. I called her that week and we went out. We started talking quite a bit and hung out for about 6 weeks. I say ‘hung out’ and not ‘dated’ because we never really defined what we were doing together. That was probably part of the problem. I tried several times to figure out exactly what what we had was. She would have none of it. She just wanted to hang out and be friends. Eventually my insistence on calling what we were doing something more than just hanging out drove her away. After she said we weren’t really dating anymore, she told me she thought she could hang out with me all the time then. It was odd. I couldn’t do it. Two significant things not already mentioned. I quit smoking cigarettes for the entire relationship. I actually had quit a few days before asking her out, but I started again the day she let me go. The other is that we did quite a bit of physical stuff. She was okay with having sex, which I wasn’t; and I was okay with oral, but she wasn’t. So we “dry-humped” and made-out a bunch. She actually brought me to a “happy ending” with our clothes still on. That was definitely a first.

Let’s see, were getting pretty close to present day now. I asked a girl from work out and we did go on a date and talked on the phone occasionally, but it was never meant to be. I have been totally sober for over 2 1/2 years, she smokes pot every day. There were quite a few reasons this one wasn’t going to work out.

I am sorry C.

WOW. Well over 2500 words here. Holy Cow. I know this is kind of a cold, facts-only look at my past (and current) relationships, but it is good to have it all down now. I think now I can continue where I had been going and just make references back to this.

If you read all this, I congratulate you, even if I don’t understand why you did. I’ll try to get back to regular posting soon.

Still more of the middle

Ok, so yesterday I left off with high school and drug use. Mind you, this entire time, porn and masturbation were a significant struggle for me. I mention that because that is still most of my struggle today.

My first kiss was at the end of my senior year of high school, on the senior trip, in the back of the bus, with a girl I wasn’t at all interested in. But she was interested in me, and that was enough. I have always kind of struggled with that, being interested in a girl solely because she was interested in me. Bad habit. My longest relationship, which I’ll get more into later, was 6 months. I kept a loose journal at that time. 2 months into our relationship, I wrote about how I didn’t know why I was still in the relationship. Yet I continued in it for 4 more months. Then I drove her away and made her break up with me. One of my poorer life decisions, I really hurt her.

Back to life out of high school and into college. I didn’t drink or get high for the last few months of my senior year and first few months of my freshman year. I was always good at school and graduated high school with honors. I got a 2.9 GPA my first semester, my first time ever under 3. I decided against the January term for school, instead opting to come home for and extended Christmas break. It just so happens that “Half-Baked” came out at that time, and my buddy and I were fully baked for it. That started a tear.

When I cam back to school, where I also played baseball by the way, drugs and alchohol were a major factor in my life. I began skipping school and partying all I could. That semester I ended with a 0.4 GPA. I did not return to that school.

I did however stay in school for another 5 years. 3 of those at a local community college. I had a full-time job, was a full-time student, and, of course, a full-time partier. Those were some crazy days. At some point in there, I got a job at a restaraunt. Horrible idea for a partier with adictive tendencies. 90% of people I have met in restaraunts have, or had, drug and alchohol problems. The hours and pay lend themselves to that lifestyle very much. Here is learned about all kinds of other drugs I was to try including: cocaine, crack, meth, LSD, shrooms and probably some others. Not all of those influences were from the restaraunt, but that was certainly a contributing factor.

Luckily, I never got addicted to any of the harder drugs, they stayed recreational, if any amount of crack use can be called recreational. Eventually I got to a point where all I did with my life was go to a friends apartment to see how we could get f-ed up that night. If we had money, we toked. If not, Natural Light was the call. We always drank, we usually smoked. This was my life every night for probably 2 years.

That is, unfortunately about all I have time for today. Thanks for reading, I hope it helps you as much as I hope it helps me. In the next installment, I will start turning to some solutions. Then I will start looking for more solutions.

More of the middle

So, now you know a little of the middle of my life. Shall I continue? I think so.

As I said, I went to private school up till my second year of college (including 3 years of home-schooling, the ultimate private school). I like to say that I was a very normal kid until I went to private high school (10th grade) and joined Boy Scouts (around the same time).

Before I did those things, I always said I would never cuss, drink, smoke, do drugs, or have sex until I was married. I have broken all those things except one (depending on your defenition of sex). I made a bit of a pattern of drawing lines for myself, then seeing how close I could come without breaking them. Then I just turned that list of things I never wanted to do into a list of things I should do. Again, except for the sex thing, but that probably has some other issues with it that I’ll get into later.

When I was 16 my father took my brother and I fishing. My brother was 20. My dad bought us a case of beer (he didn’t drink at that point in his life, he just smoked pot I was to find out later), and we finished that case that night. I had 8 cans of Busch beer. I have never drank Busch since. I threw up. A lot. That would become a pattern for me evetually. In the meantime, I did not like to drink. Over the next 3 years to finish high school, I didn’t drink a ton. When I did I puked. But, I found out, pot gave me a lot of the same feelings, but didn’t make me as sick.

For the rest of high school, pot and cigarettes were a big part of my life. I would make friends, or not, depending on whether you smoked or toked. I made weekend plans with the same criteria. I wish I had done high school differently, but I certainly learned a lot, like, don’t make friends based on drug use. Just a bad idea.

Sorry today’s blog is kinda short and doesn’t cover much except just my story (no solution or anything) but I wanted to write something, it has been too long since I posted.

Thanks for reading the blog, I will make an effort to write more regularly. Please comment and tell me what you think.

Some of the middle

So, yesterday I began the story, now I shall continue.

While I was growing up, I went to a Christian grade and high school, with some home-schooling in between. I am sure this had some effect on my psyche as I grew up. I seem to have found myself a little inept at relationships. My first kiss was at the end of my senior year of high school, with a girl I wasn’t even interested in, she was just willing. It was on the bus and everyone saw it too, that made that trip really suck. Not that I terribly enjoyed my high school class anyhow.

To this day my longest relationship is 6 months and I wanted out of that after 2, but if someone is interested in me, that is generally enough for me to be interested in them. Bad habit, I know. Back to a little of growing up.

When I was probably in my early teens, probably 13, I was babysitting my cousins. At the end of the night, I crept into my cousins room and thought it would be a good idea to see what girl parts felt like. She woke up, I told her to go back to bed. Her parents came home, I went home. The next day my mother told me that my cousin had told my aunt what happened. Total denial. I said something to the effect of … I don’t even remember what I said. I think something about making her comfortable or some other BS. My mom never bought it, but she dropped it. This is that thing for me. You know, the thing you have never ever told anyone? This is it for me. Except I did tell one other person, but that will come later in the story.

I have often felt remorse for that. I would like to make amends, but how can I? What if she doesn’t remember? Will I bring up bad memories for her? Does she remember somewhere in her brain? Has that night changed her life forever? I will never know these things. I would like to say that it changed my life, but I am not sure that it has. Do I think of women differently? No. Do I think of myself differently? Absolutely.

I didn’t even know what I was doing. I was too young to be sexually interested. I don’t even think my libido was up and running. It all goes back to porn. I had seen what sex was long before I needed to. Combine that with no proper education on sex at any time (private schools are great for many things, but I think they may really be missing the boat on lack of sex ed.), and I was (and still am) one screwed up kid.

Thats all I can write for today, thanks for reading.

Start at the beginning, go through the middle, finish at the end

So this would be that beginning part. Just some basic history about me. I don’t have a ton of time to write, but I figure writing a little consistently is better that not writing at all.

So, I have a mother and a father. They are actually still married, 34 years earlier this year in fact. So, I am very blessed to come from a good family.

When I was growing up, my mother would take my brither and I to church religiously (no pun intended)…(OK, maybe some pun was intended). Anyway, my father sometimes came to church on Easter and Christmas Eve, but even that has thinned out through the years.

The first time I saw pornography I was about 6 years old. I very distinctly remember looking in a closet in our basement with my brother and finding a brown paper bag with a bunch of magazines in it. I didn’t know what they were about, but my brother, being a whole 10 years old, knew what was up. I seem to remember that he didn’t want me looking at them, but he wasn’t really making any sort of effort to keep me from them.

If there can be any sort of anecdote found here, this would be it. I rmember looking at one of the spreads and seeing a man laying face down with his tongue between a girls legs. I asked my brother, “Why is he doing that?” Of course, my brother relied on all the life experience of a 10 year old replied, “Because it tastes good.” I’ll never forget that.

Something I have found out about porn along the way: it is incredibly hard to forget.

From the first moment I saw a naked woman in a magazine, I was hooked. I learned to be pretty nosy. I was always on the lookout for more stuff. It wasn’t hard to find. Even if it was in a locked box, it was pretty easy to get to. For a long time I have blamed my dad for always having it around. Still working through that one.

So, I must have been 7 or so when I finally fessed up to my mother about the videotape with bad stuff on it that I found in the basement. My brother gave me the nastiest look for one of two reasons that I will never know; either I just busted his stash, or at least his chance at my dad’s stash, or he hadn’t even found it and was upset about it.

Well, its late, I gotta go, thanks for reading my blog. We’ll get to the large section of my life called the middle sometime soon.

Here it goes

So, here it goes. I just added that video because it’s awesome. Now, on to the real purpose of this blog.

Personally, this blog will be a place that I can journal and share my true feelings on things. Why a blog? Because they are the ‘in’ thing to do, of course. No, not really. Because I think other people could possibly learn from my various experiences and possibly help me with some of my current situations. I am really going to make an effort to be totally open, but I will also try to maintain a level of anonymity, so some details may be vague or left out.

What am I going to write in this blog? My plan is to, over several posts probably, tell you, cyberworld, my story. Starting from the beginning, going through the middle, right up to now. Thats the plan. I will cover my past and current experiences with sexual addiction, drug and alchohol addiction, and my church and spiritual life. Do I have anyone interested yet?

I hope as I progress that people will have comments for me. Please comment. Feel free to share your life on this blog. You can do it anonymously (I think) or feel free to leave your name. There will be no judgement here.

So, here it goes.