Rantings and tirades of a frustrated economist.
You're versus your....it ain't complicated.
Been there done that, unfortunately. I was the beta servant to a lovely, sexually talented, RAVING ALCOHOLIC, former cheerleader. Her pussy was more active than the paint shaker at Home Depot. I was so smitten that I supported her and bought food and booze. She left me for an old boyfriend, he died under suspicious circumstances, then she suddenly wanted to move back in with me! I told her that if she showed up at my home, I would drop her off at her Aunt's home. The sex was great, and the pain was needed for me to learn and grow up. Thank you for giving the writer the advice I had to figure out myself.
Nowadays, dumping a guy is possibly the best thing that modern Western women can do for a decent guy. (It happened to me; although I'm nearing sixty, I still am unmarried and have never fathered children, Thank God! Rejecting me was possibly the greatest favor that the women of my youth ever did for me.)
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