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The Writer's Cautionary Tale
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The Writer's Cautionary Tale I promised you at the beginning of this blog, That I was going to write down what I found, not all of that is going to be good, and today that's what we're visiting; A Cautionary Tale. Before I begin, there are a couple of people who've spoken to recently who I've become quite fond of, I just wanted you to know this isn't about you, but it is about someone... “An expedition by definition is a journey or voyage undertaken by a group of people with a particular purpose, especially that of exploration, scientific research, or war.” So I guess we are on an expedition of sorts, one of exploration, at the very least I am, and you guys are passengers witnessing what I discover? Seems fair, let's roll with that and see where it takes us. I usually don't need affirmation from women, or anyone else, I get by on doughnuts and my creativity. So for me, it's sad when I find my thoughts lingering on someone who's hurt me, those beautiful eyes and what you’ve done to me. I value honesty and integrity over everything else anyone has to offer, a close second is in intelligence, and being able to hold a conversation. I worry I'm boring the piss out of whoever I'm talking to, mind you sometimes that is the case, but other times I have to remind myself that it isn't always me. It could be any number of things, but it's sad when you start second-guessing yourself, don't do that unless you know you've made a mistake. We are on a sex site, after all, good conversation is a rarity. So for me when a woman is straightforward tells me what she wants up front, sex, a simple conversation, a friend? I'm game for all that, its perfection in a bottle, do you know why? Because all those things are honest. You know what it isn't trustworthy? I should've picked up on it, but I think part of me chose not to? Maybe because of you’re distractingly beautiful, or the fact that I like to talk to people? Either way, I feel part of it's my fault for wanting something that wasn't there, to begin with. At this point you're probably wondering what happened - I'll try to be brief, I met a girl, she was friendly, sweet, and kind, and beautiful to boot. Funny thing that, it's always the pretty ones. We got on like two birds of a feather, two peas in a pod, and then it happened, I honestly should've seen it coming. Started texting every day, this went on for a couple of weeks, you find yourself looking forward to the texts when you get up and go to bed, a dangerous game to be sure. Oh but this is where she gets good. At this point, I should add that we were having some very aggressive sexual conversations, sexting, pictures, the works. It's odd I know to think that this would be a problem in any sense of the word, but it became one. But when you start making promises to meet and perhaps more combined with these texts, you think you have something, so I guess, in part that it wasn't so hard to see why I got hooked. Shortly before Christmas came the first round of texts that made me feel uneasy, and honestly, this is where it should've ended, but it didn't so bear with me. Going into the conversation we had mutual interests, business, creativity, futures prospects, you know the normal thing you may find yourself talking about with someone. Now it was around this time she told me she had no parents. Now folks, normally. This isn't an issue. I was adopted, so not outside the realm of possibilities. But with that being said, I have to say, if someone tells you on this site if they have no parents and they're currently living in another country, and on top of that, they've only got 2 or 3 pictures? It’s a good sign that this person is using a fake profile. Now the reason I know that is because I’ve only been on this site since…September..ish? I think anyway, yeah, and already have been accosted by several women/males using female profiles to get you to send them money. To be blunt, I have not, and will not send people money. For those of you who are first reading this and don't know me, here is a snippet of information about me I don't readily give out, but will give to my readers; I am a business owner, I own and operate a business, I'm looking to invest in more activities. I love the thrill of owning a business and watching it thrive. It's fantastic. On that though, I know when to spot a cheater, and at first, it took some doing, you need to learn what they do, and they don't change - They're all fairly moronic. In this particular instance though, she was in the states, had more than a handful of pictures, but to be fair I was almost 100% certain she was a cam girl, I just wasn’t sure. Now to those of you who are cam girls, and you happen to be reading my words, I know a lot of you just cam for fun, or whatever sexual stuff you're into, it could be more than that, could be less, I'm not going to pretend to know the inner workings. Unless someone wants to explain it, then I would happily listen. I’ve gotten off topic though. How did it end? Well, I should tell you this, instead of us talking about the things we started talking about, the things we were enjoying it merged into the oncoming traffic lane, and by which I mean it quickly turned into just topics about money or giving money to said person. It didn't stop, often trying to divert the conversation I would attempt to talk about something else. Is this my fault for wanting to carry it on, Yes. But like many people on here know, it's not always so simple to walk away, but last night I did. Quietly, without incident, I walked away. I wanted it to stop. I didn't want to the stress of the situation. Why am I telling you this? So you too can learn from my mistakes. Consider this the dusty journal you find in a drawer of some old house, of a man who brought the world to its knees with a mistake, and paid for it dearly. You don't need to learn from my mistakes, truthfully, in the end, I'm not sure why, even as I come to the end of this why I've told you. Maybe you can take something from it, or call me a dumbass. Either way, it's been a learning experience for me. Like always I am open to comments and suggestions, feel free to leave them in the comments or shoot me a message. I love you, Dear Friend. Goodnight. "A cautionary tale is a tale told in folklore, to warn its listener of a danger." |
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