So you want to see the list of women that made me what I am today.... well fine... I’ll just sit here and make this list just to amuse you. I’ll start with the very first one and bring them all forward.... now there have been quite a few so I will only hit on the ones that have left an impression or I can remember.....
Lets start with.... (No I’m not going to give you last names and you really don’t know if these are their real first names either....but I will tell you this... all of these women are real and the stories behind them did happen.... What? Would I lie to you???)
She was my first girlfriend... I have to hark all the way back to Kindergarten for her... she was the first of a line of women that I liked, admired (Her Dad had a really cool attack dog), and told their parents that they would someday marry me... Yeah I agree... go figure.... Well it was a nice relationship... All the way up to the point where Bobby decided he was her boyfriend and grabbed her hand to drag her away from me... I couldn’t let this happen to the girl I loved, so I jumped to her rescue and without thinking these actions through, bit Bobby on the hand to make him let go.... as I said I didn’t think this one through... it seems her hand was there too and she got a nice bite mark... Oh well... it was the end of the year and we didn’t have first grade together anyways... that and her parents forbid her to play with me anymore...
I did learn one valuable lesson.... remember not to bite the girls hand next time.... I can honestly say.... I have taken that lesson to heart.
I pretty much left women alone for the next 5 years... the biting tragedy wouldn’t go away and the women had pretty much decided they really didn’t want to be my lunch... so it took transferring to a different school to put that one behind me... Well 6th grade was a new school and new people that hadn’t heard about the biting incident and I wasn’t about to tell them... This is where I met Angela... the first girl to prove to me that women ARE really fickle and can never make up their minds... It seems that she "REALLY" liked me and told my best friend at the time that she wanted to go steady... Well me, coming off a really disastrous relationship in kindergarten, decided to wait a couple of weeks before responding. How was I suppose to know that 6th grade girls change their minds every other day??? Anyways a week later I sent my best friend to her best friend with the news that I was now ready to go steady with her... She in turn sent her best friend to my best friend with news that she was going steady with Jeff and that I was too late... Me??? Late?? NEVER! So I once again fell back to the position that I would save her from the evil Jeff... On the play ground at recess that day I made my move... We were playing kick ball and as I rounded second base I punched Jeff right in the back ....He fell to the ground crying and I made it to third standing up. I was SAFE!!! Well that is what I thought... actually the playground monitor, with the help of some stool pigeons) saw me hit Jeff and I was not safe anymore... I was escorted to the principals office for a talk.... Have you ever tried to explain to an adult why it was so important to hit a kid over a girl??? Well lets just say I got some good practice at doing just that... It seems that Jeff and I had 5 fights that year... all over Angela. In the end the score was... 5 fights I won (hell I out weighted poor Jeff by 50 lbs), One kiss I got from Angela, and one Angela that spent the summer with Jeff...You figure out if I won or lost this one... but it was my first real kiss from a girl (No the biting doesn’t count). After that one little kiss I knew I was a man on a Mission!!! I had to have more girl kisses!!!!
Nothing really ever happened with Martie and me... The only thing that leaves an impression is that she is the first girl to have directly asked me to go steady with her. That and the fact that I was terrified to kiss her. Her father was a hellfire and brimstone preacher and scared the living crap right out of me... and Martie was bigger than I was and could beat my ass with no problems... So I never tried anything with her... which I found out later made her very upset and it took most of the neighborhood kids to keep her from killing me... I guess she kinda took it personal...But hey... when you’re in 9th grade what can you do? You have priorities and living is one of them....
I wasn’t going to put anything in here about Teresa, but I felt I owed it to you to be as honest and forth coming as I possibly could... See I never dated, went with, kissed or really had anything else to do with her. I had spent 5 months of my 11th grade year admiring her from a far... then I went and heard somewhere that you can never be truly happy without taking a few risks in life... Well I summoned all my courage up and walked right up to her in the cafeteria, where she and all her friends were having lunch, and proceeded to ask her out... I thought I had prepared myself for the worst and best possible answers... I figured there were only two... either it was yes or no... so what could go wrong... Well let me tell you... I wasn’t prepared for what followed my grand opening of "Hi Teresa, would you like to go out sometime?"... after the laughing died down and her friends had regained their composure, she proceeded to look me dead in the eye and say... " I would really like to but I have to clean out my purse that day." Yes I didn’t get it at first, so I looked her dead in the eye and said right back in a very face saving tone... "Well how about some other time?" OK, OK I was a little slow... but did they have to laugh that hard AND bring in other tables to the conversation? But I have to admit... it was the first time I had ever seen a girl laugh so hard that milk sprayed out of her nose.
Well, those were the good old days... before sex entered into the picture and my life really went to hell.... I should have quit while I was losing... but NO!, I had to keep reaching for that brass ring...
well here we are at the later years of my love life... so lets get this over with as fast and as painless as possible!!!
OK.. How do I explain Debbie.. She was an incredible, sexy, beautiful, and talented goddess that took my virginity and made me a MAN! and she was a one week stand... Hey I didn't say my first time was romantic... I just said it happened. I met Debbie at a local resort beach in the spring/summer of 1981. OK. it was the end of June. My brother and I were on vacation with my father... one of the few times we did anything with him, but that is another story... and as we (my brother and I) are walking down the main strip on Friday night, this car load of girls started whistling and yelling at us... Well they got stuck at a traffic light and I decided to walk over and talk to them... to make a real long boring story short... we ended up getting a ride with them... getting some beer and finding a nice quiet secluded spot to drink and talk... now you have to understand... there were four of them and two of us in this little tiny car, so it was most important to find a place to park and get out! Well the driver/owner of the car (Debbie) and I paired off and went one way down the beach... My brother and another girl paired off and went the other way and we left the other to girls sitting on the beach to watch the beer (besides, they weren't very attractive and made good watch dogs)... So anyways... One thing led to another and I end up back at Debbie's house... just me and her... and well she was older than I was and knew a hell of a lot more than I did... and yes I was a virgin at the time, but to this day I don't think she believed me (she kept saying things like "bullshit" and "then how can you hold out so long?" I guess terror does that to a person...) well to make my short story even shorter... I did things that night that I didn't think were possible... and all I know is that I have spent a whole lot of time perfecting that stuff!!! I ended up spending the whole next week with her... the days were fun, but the nights were incredible!!! Anyway... the day came that I had to leave... it was the end of my vacation and all I could think about was how me and this goddess could live happily ever after, TOGETHER!!! I had to leave (I was out of clothes, her parents were coming home from their vacation and my father told me I had to...); we said our tearful good-byes and I told her I would write and call when I had a plan... I spent the next four hours (that's how long the trip home was) planning and scheming... A week later I called with my plan... well she had a plan to... hers was the plan we went with... She forgot who I was and when she did remember she wanted nothing else to do with me... so much for my plan... but at least I had experience!!! A whole weeks worth and I just knew that with that under my belt I was going to be the next Casanova!!! Well that's what I get for thinking!!!!
As you can see this is the one that you want to hunt down and torture. Donna is the one that made my life the living hell that it is...
I met Donna through a friend of mine shortly after the Debbie incident. To say that it was love at first sight would be an understatement. She was the epitome of what love meant/means to me. The second she walked into the room I was finished... I lost it... all composure went out the window... a roar filled my ears... the room got cloudy and all I could see was her angelic face! For the first time since puberty I was looking at a woman and sex did not enter the picture... all I wanted to do was talk to her. I stuttered out something like "Hi, nice to meet you", but I'm not sure whether I really even got it out... I just stood there... dumbfounded... unable to move, talk or think. OK... so I was never very god at thinking... but nothing like this had ever happened to me before... I didn't know what to do... I knew what not to do... I did watch a lot of sit coms growing up so I knew not to get near her with anything I could spill... but I couldn't think of one single thing I wanted to say to her... I just stood there... looking like one of those morons that drive below the speed limit in the fast lane... I was a deer caught in the headlights... I should have known then I was doomed... but hey, I'm slow... remember???
So anyways... everyone goes into the living room to chat and I'm left standing there in the middle of the kitchen... unable to move... I just stand there watching everyone else file past me ... After several minutes ( it could have been minutes, hours or seconds. I don't know, time no longer mattered to me. I swear I think my Mickey Mouse watch took the night off.) "She" walks back into the kitchen and asks me if everything is OK... I just stand there nodding my head and praying I don't wet myself or say anything really stupid... I guess I shouldn't have worried about saying anything stupid... Hell I couldn't even talk... My throat was dry, my lips were pressed shut and my jaw was set and locked... I WAS NOT going to say anything stupid... hell I couldn't say a word...so I just stood there and nodded! Then the most amazing thing happened....
She rescued me... She came over put her arm in mine and escorted me into the living room... My friends all looked up and asked if I was alright...Alright?? Hell I was perfect...except I was acting like a fool... I said fine and proceeded to sit in a chair that didn't exist. Oh well So much for acting cool... but the way I looked at it... Rob Petry kept falling over that stupid ottoman every week and Laura still loved him... what did I have to lose... Anyways my friends finished laughing and the person (who shall remain nameless) who was having this little get together asked me to help them in the kitchen for a minute...
The second we got out of ear shot of everyone else this nameless person wanted to know what the hell my problem was... what could I say??? A few things ran through my mind but all I could say was... I'm in love!!! After they quit laughing the next question was... with who??? I told them and their response was... I knew you'd like her... Like her ?? Like her??? Never in my life had I met someone like this ... and here is the killer...the only thing I knew about this goddess was that her name was Donna... Shit was I in trouble!!!
So anyways...We rejoin the party and I sit quietly in the corner with a beer trying desperately not to make an even bigger fool of myself, when she comes over and starts to engage me in conversation... I was having a hard time keeping up with the conversation, what with stuttering and getting lost in her incredible green eyes... I know we discussed just about everything that night.... work, school, family, love, marriage, renting vs owning, CD's vs mutual funds, Everything... in fact before we knew it... we were the only ones still at the party... let me tell you ... it is a weird feeling to to look around and have no one there... even the host had gone to bed...
We felt kind of strange sitting in someone else house with them not around, so we grabbed a couple of beers and headed outside to watch the sun come up.... by 9:00 a.m. we were arm in arm , hugging and kissing and just having ourselves a marvelous time... That was the beginning of a wonderful relationship... It started rough, smoothed out and ended tragically 8 months later.....
The Most tragic of endings... came about when we found out that her father was being transferred to Texas... See she was entering her senior year of high school and I had already graduated... she didn't want to move away... she wanted to finish High School where she was with all her friends... So I came up with another plan (Yes I always have a plan, they never work, but I have them).... My plan was for her to stay at a friends house for her senior year and then when she graduated, she would move into an apartment with me, we would get married and live happily ever after...
Well the plan was working... her girlfriends parents agreed to let her stay with them her senior year and I was working two jobs to save up enough money to furnish our love nest in a manner fit for this princess. Then fate stepped in... I lost not one job but both... the economy sucked... it was all Jimmy Carter's fault and Poor Reagan couldn't change it fast enough... I was scrambling... I didn't know what to do... all I knew was that in several short months she would graduate and go to Texas if I couldn't provide for her to be with me... I racked my brain night and day...day and night...and I finally came up with an answer...Well I thought it was a good answer at the time... I would do what young men have been doing since the beginning of time... I would go to the one place that would feed us, shelter us, clothe us and pay me....
I would join the Army!!!... like I said, it sound good at the
time... so here was the plan... I would go down to the recruiter,
join, do basic and AIT while she finished school and then I would
come back for her graduation and then together we we go off to my
first duty station... So I went down to the recruiter and he had
me take some tests... well the tests came back and he asked me
what I wanted to do... so I told him... I said I
wanted to go somewhere and do something that would allow me to
stick to my plan... guess what?? He said it wasn't a problem...
we worked it out so I would go to Ft. Benning, Ga., for infantry
training and AIT and then I would be finished at the same time
she was graduating and then we could get married on our way to
Mech. Infantry at Ft. Lewis Washington... amazing... the plan was
going to work.... or at least I thought it was...
Well as usual my plan fell apart... I got to Ft. Benning... lovely little spot that it is... I was put in these W.W.I barracks in a place they call Harmony Church... not the cool high rise condominiums that I was promised over on Sand Hill and I proceeded to do Army Training, Sir. Well I wrote to her everyday with my address... but I never got a reply... it seems that the parents of her friend were intercepting my letters and mailed them to Texas to her parents... this did not make her parents happy... but I didn't know this at the time... all I knew was that I wasn't hearing from her and whenever I called she was never around.
So here I am in Ft. Hell going through basic training not knowing what the hell is going on and can't do anything about it... but thankfully the day came when I finished Army Training, Sir and could go find out... As soon as graduation ceremonies were finished... a friend and I grabbed a cab and headed for the airport with one stop for a couple bottle of Jack Daniel's... it took about 20 minutes from the liquor store to the Columbus airport and I killed the 5th on the way...We then caught a flight from Columbus to Atlanta, had a layover in Atlanta for 2 hours where I continued to get my courage up for what I might find at home, my friend was keeping me company and staying sober so he could get us on the right plane. We then flew from Atlanta to National Airport in D.C. it was a two hour flight and all I remember was that the flight attendant was getting worried at the amount of alcohol I was consuming...
Upon landing at National we got another cab out to her friends house and I killed the other bottle of Jack in route... by the time we reached her house I was so shit faced I could barely talk, much less walk... anyways... a whole lot of talking and a few threats later my buddy was able to convince her friend to tell us where she was... her friend gave us her parents address in Houston and off we went... to catch a flight to Houston... Well we found out that we had to go to Dulles Airport ( see there are three major airports in this area). I continued to drink and buy airline tickets... well we had to wait 4 hours at Dulles for a flight to Houston and somewhere in that 4 hours I passed out... When I came to I was in a taxi heading to her parents house... Don't ask me how I got on that plane passed out... but trust me... it wasn't the last time I did it.
Well I just intended to see her and ask her what the hell had happened... but what I got was something that I wasn't expecting... her parents were not happy to see me and wouldn't tell me where she was at... after several attempts and her parents threatening to call the cops... I left... I was dejected... but her brother came through for me... as I was walking back to the cab, he called me over to his window and tossed down a note that had an address where I could find her. So back into the cab we went...
The address was a garden apartment complex several blocks from the college ( you can start your search for her there.)... we found the address and I knocked on the door... and low and behold guess who answered it... yes that's right it was her... the woman of my dreams, the love of my life and guess what I did... yep... I started stuttering all over again....
Anyways to make a really long story short... I asked her to explain what happened and as she was finishing up, her new boyfriend came home... yep that's right, she was living our life with another guy. (a college professor puke.) Well he started yelling and cussing and threatening me... I told him to chill that I only had a few more questions and then I would be gone... I was hurt, confused, dazed, bewildered, crushed, and smashed like a bug under her shoe on the sidewalk of life... and this stupid ass was threatening me... well I did the only thing I could do... I told him to shut up and sit down before I tossed his ass off the balcony... well he thought he was more of a man than he actually was and came at me... I grabbed him and ran us both through the sliding screen door on the balcony and tossed his little college teaching ass off... we were only on the second floor so it was only 12 feet or so that he fell but it did make a nice thump when his body hit the ground. With that done, I turned to her and said in my calmest voice..." It may not be today, it may not be tomorrow, but someday and soon you will regret not getting on this plane with me"... and with that I left for good....
On the way back to Benning, I loaded up on a whole lot of alcohol and when I finally got there I went to my CO from basic and AIT and asked if I could join the Rangers... which I did...
Lesson??? Women suck! not really, but it still upsets me when I think about her... maybe someday I'll meet someone that will clear her permanently from my mind.
Ann ~ ( The much older woman)
Ann is one of two ladies that I really owe major apologies. She was there for me as I struggled to over come my shattered soul. She understood and gave me a sympathetic ear as I droned on and on about Donna and how she ruined my life. Ann was quite a bit older than I was and taught me so much about myself and the strength that I had deep inside me. She showed me that even though I thought I would never love again that I could care...
I guess you could say that I should have never had a relationship with her... in healing myself and mending my broken heart, I destroyed her soul. She was a good person that always looked for the best in people. She saw something in me I guess that was worth the effort. I met her at the base PX in Ft. Lewis. I was there picking stuff up and she was working there... it seems her first husband was an Army officer who died in defense of his country. I won't give you the specifics because I'm not sure whether she wants them known or not and since I don't need to cause her more heartache I'll leave that alone.
Anyway, I met Ann at the PX and thought she was cute. I started a conversation with her concerning how to wash the new BDU's that were being issued and she answered my questions and seemed interested in helping me. She was a sweet person with a very wicked sense of humor. So I made the mistake of asking her out... for some still unknown reason she decided to take me up on my offer and met me at the E-club that evening for drinks.
After meeting at the club and having a few drinks and a few laughs we left to find some dinner and a few more drinks... well during the evening I mentioned that I was just looking for fun and friendship and she mentioned that she was only looking for friendship. We agreed that this was the way it was going to be and really started to drink and laugh and tell stories... to make a long story short... I drove her back to her house and asked her if I could kiss her goodnight... she agreed. Somehow, and to this day I'm not sure what happened, we started kissing on the front porch and before we broke the kiss we were in her bedroom with most of our clothes off.
Now I have to admit that Debbie had the far better technical know how, but Ann brought more enthusiasm, more emotion, more stamina and more volume to love making than any woman that I had been with or would be with to this day. The next morning I walked to her kitchen to get us both something to drink when I got the chance to meet her roommate that I didn't know she had... I was standing there, staring deeply into the fridge when I heard a throat behind me clear... I turned to ask Ann what it was she wanted to drink when I came face to face with her roommate. Luckily the fridge door was between her and me or she would have gotten to see me in all my glory. She introduced herself, I introduced myself, she commented on my butt (why is that where women look first?) and with that she walked back to her room.
As her door closed, I made a bee line back to Ann's room to put at least my pants on. And to explain to Ann that I had met her roommate and to thank her for the warning... she laughed tossed on a robe and went out to find something for us to drink. I decided it was time for a shower and a hasty retreat... After my shower I found Ann and her roommate at the kitchen table giggling and smiling with breakfast ready. As I sat down to eat, Ann's roommate decided it was time to tell me that if she ever heard Ann making that much noise again she was coming in to see what all the hollering is about. I must have turned 3 shades of dark red, because she then said she was joking and would never do that...
Anyways, I spent the next six months with Ann whenever I wasn't on deployments or training exercises. That is until that fateful morning that Ann, thinking I was asleep, turned and told me she loved me... that is all it took for me to be George Washington, I was history... I just couldn't deal with that responsibility and I was still hurting from Donna. While she was at work I packed up what little bit of clothes I had at her place and never looked back.
I did run into her a few months later... she was very nice... nicer than I would have been if she had of done that to me... She asked where I took off to and I told her that I heard what she had said that morning and just couldn't deal with it... she told me that she thought that that was it and didn't mean for me to hear it, but that she understood... that was the last time I saw her... sometimes I miss the friendship we had... but I could have never been the type of person that she needed and I guess somewhere deep inside I knew it and didn't want to hurt her further... So Ann if you ever read this I do apologize... and I hope you really did understand...
OK... this one got what she deserved... and I made it out a live... which was no easy task....
I was going to marry Lisa.... yeah I know... I never learn.... well 2 weeks before the wedding I get into a fight with her brother... I was working for him part time at the time and he tried to screw me... well I have a fit and burned his ass at work... so he gets a few of his friends to say they saw me with another woman... Well then... here's what happened next... He spent the day getting these people to tell her that they saw me with another woman, a blond at that.... I have NEVER dated a true blond...and I spent the day at my regular job.... so I call her after I get off to see if we are getting together and she tells me that she needs to talk to me.... I had no idea what the asshole had been up to all day.... so I show up at her house and here is her whole family, including uncles, aunts, grandparents, parents, her brother and three of his friends and as soon as I walk in the questions and accusations start to fly... well I try to defend myself for about 5 minutes... then her father jumps up and threatens me... this really sends me off... he came at me and I decked him... then her brother jumps up and I nail his ass... knocked out... hit him with everything I had... well at this time I looked at her and told her that if SHE wants to talk about this she can come over to my apartment and we'll discuss it... if not then she can pick her shit up the next day.... well I waited until 12:05 that night and then I packed her shit... the next day she comes over and gets her shit... drops off mine and that was the last time I heard from her personally.... I did however get really drunk and sent her this nice little note explaining my side... and then I heard from her friend a couple years later that she started checking into things and found out that I was telling the truth and that her brother lied... well she got what she deserved... last I heard she married an alcoholic that beat her... too bad... she was a nice person with some really screwed up priorities... but that's what happens when you don't believe me.... Her loss....:)
OK... This one was lucky enough to be Dave's' first wife... yeah I know... don't ask me why I'm writing in the third person about this... I just am... so anyways... about 3 weeks after Lisa decides that I'm a low down cheat and a snake in the grass (which I wasn't) I met Kathleen. Now Kathleen seems at first to be a nice person... what I didn't realize is what a real BITCH she was... they say love is blind... well love was blind, deaf and dumb on this one. All of my friends tried to warn me not to become involved with her, that they could see what a bitch she was... but I just couldn't see it... she was a very pretty girl, with one hell of a nice body and well we'll leave it at that she knew what she was doing in the bedroom... so anyways... I up and marry her... Actually before I marry her... I did ask her out...
My God... what an experience that was... I ask her out and she says that I didn't give her enough time that she needed more than 6 hours notice for a date... like going to a movie and McDonalds required getting spiffy for... I didn't get it... but then I usually don't. So I figure OK.... then I start talking to some of her coworkers and they say she has never gone out with anyone where she works (Oh yeah I forgot to tell you... I worked with her) and that she had this rule and there was no way she would ever go out with me... Well I'm Dave! dammit and I'll be damned if some stupid rule was going to stand in my way... so I asked her out a second time... after I bet the whole office $50 a piece that she would go out with me... and this time she tells me it is her birthday and she has plans with her sister.... so I'm starting to get a little upset.... so I wait a week... everyone is giving me shit at work and wanting their money , so I say... one last time and if she says no, then 3 strikes I'm out and I pay up.... so I tell her a few days later that I had tickets to a Tyson fight in Atlantic city and asked if she would like to join me....and guess what??? She says yes... now I don't know if it was me, Tyson or Atlantic City that convinced her... but she went to Atlantic City with me... the fight lasted less than 2 minute and I lost all the money I had won from the people in the office on the Black Jack table... somebody was trying to tell me something... I should have listened.
But did I??? NO!!!!! So anyways.... too make a long and somewhat nightmarish story short... I thought we had a half way descent marriage... I left her alone and she left me alone so things were good.... until one day... that fateful day when she came to me and said... "I'm leaving... I need to find myself and who I am..." So I said... "can't you do that here???" She said nope.... I said... "Well then .... don't let the door hit you where the good lord split ya..." And so she left for her parents house and I changed the locks and file for divorce... boy was she pissed when she found out I emptied the bank accounts... which was my money and then changed the locks.... HAHAHAHAHHAHAHA... Almost had her for breaking an entering too.... she called a locksmith and told him she had locked herself out... I showed up at the same time he did and called the police... OK so I'm not a nice guy.... :) The divorce court judge thought I was cute though.... and so she left... no money... parents home... and I got her little doggy too!!!!! HAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.... that's a great story.... I'll tell it over in the Ranger stories section... so look for it there.... I'll link it here when I get it done.... :)
Well that' it.... those are the women that made me, Dave! I hope you have enjoyed your little journey through the hell that was my love life...
3/22/98 Update!
Oh No... Dave! didn't learn his lesson the first time... so he got married again... well don't worry... it didn't last... :(
OK... so Dave! was married when he started this page... and I didn't tell anyone... so shoot me... if it wasn't for the fact that my marriage had headed south I would have never come to the net... OK... I would have probably come to the net, but in a much more limited way and I would HAVE NEVER started this stupid homepage... but anyways... the story...the story is that I met Rhonda shortly after the break up of my first marriage and for the next three years I was quite happy in our relationship... she is a wonderful person, a great friend, damned sexy and a whole lot of fun... so what do you ask was the problem?? Why did the marriage go south?? well a couple reasons really... the main one being my own selfishness.. I wanted kids.. I still want kids... and the bottom line is Rhonda doesn't... for all her great qualities, her one negative as far as I was concerned was that she knew I wanted kids and she didn't put a stop to our relationship until it was too late... I guess I figured that I could change her mind or that her biological clock would start ticking and she would want kids... well it didn't happen and in January of 1997 she finally told me that there was no way she was going to have kids... well Dave! being the selfish and screwed up person that he is took it upon himself to destroy our marriage and to withdraw to the net... I was hurt and devastated by the news... now don't get me wrong here... What I did to destroy this relationship was wrong, not right, bad, cruel, out of character and just plain mean. What I should have done was to have either tried better to communicate my feelings of devastation or I should have just packed my bags and left the marriage... I didn't.. I decided to come to the net and play... and play I did until November of 1997... that is when the playing got out of hand... needless to say I became involved in a net romance... something I shouldn't have done and something I don't think I will ever do again... I don't get all the rules and I have learned that while net romances may be OK for some people they aren't OK for me... I need real time, real life romance... I am not interested in being net cyber lovers... I want a woman I can feel, see, smell and kiss...So anyways... I am now (as of Feb. 1998) legally separated from my wife (yes I have signed papers),and will have a divorce in about a year... yes it takes that long in Maryland. We are trying to remain somewhat friendly... although for the life of me sometimes I don't know why she still wants to be friends after the embarrassment I caused her... anyways... that is where that ended... now move on...
PS... I got the divorce and moved to Texas... Yeeeeee Haaaaaa.... land of non drivers!!!!
My best friend in the whole world... here is a woman that stood beside me, listened to me moan, bitch, cuss, and rant and rave about Kathy... who helped me move on with my life... who was there for me when I needed her the most... someone I literally I owe my life too... someone that asked nothing in return other than friendship... Susan is someone that deserves her own tribute for being the bestest friend a person can have... she has pulled me from the fires of hell that Kathy pushed me into and has made sure I am on the path to a happy life!! How did this angel of mercy do all of this for me... well as I was floundering in Hades and wallowing in self pity, this woman slapped me and made me fly to Texas to heal my wounds... she met me at the airport... (something that Kathy would NEVER have done... Kathy couldn't be seen picking up the man of her dreams (barf) in public)... directed (if you can call it that... One thing about Susan... NEVER EVER ask her for directions... God only knows where you will end up... and yes I have taped large R's and L's to her shoes to help her...) me to a hotel that I had made reservations in and then drove me to a restaurant that she worked in as a singer. It was here in this restaurant that I killed the pain with a lot of booze and the sexiest and most sultry singing I have ever heard (yes Susan can sing!!!!)... Susan showed me during this time that I am a worth while person and that I do deserve happiness in my life. She forced me to face reality and to stop hiding behind fear and the pain of the past... she taught me that love is out there and that I need to stop worrying about being hurt and to just go for it... everyone gets hurt sooner or later and that love is worth risking that pain for... so Susan reached down, grabbed me by my collar and drug me out of my world of misery... she gave me hope and a place here in Texas to live while I get my life back together and try to over come the pain that has occurred in my life... Never has anyone done so much and expected so little in return... my only wish is that she finds her own true love. This is a passionate woman that has so much to give to the man that can win her heart. So guys... if you are single, decent looking, have a good career, aren't afraid of commitment nor carrying any other type of baggage and you have a sense of humor (finding this site amusing is a start) you may email her, or me, your qualifications and a short essay on why you should be the one to treat this woman like the princess that she is... just remember one thing... she accepts people for who they are and what they say they are... so if you lie, cheat or ever even consider hurting her... I will kill you... not only will I kill you... but the U.S. Government has taught me how to take my time and torture you for days before allowing you to die!!!!
Oh and one last thing guys... Yes I have kissed Susan... I took her and my new girlfriend out one Saturday night... yes I wanted Susan's approval of her... and as we were walking from one bar to another some street flower vendor offered Susan and LaDena roses if they would each kiss me... and let me tell you... Susan can kiss... and talk about fun!!!! Susan could make the Mona Lisa crack a smile... Even at what I thought was the lowest point in my life, Susan had me rolling on the floor laughing until my sides hurt...
Thank you, Susan for being my bestest friend!!!!! I know you aren't one of my loves, but in a way you are...and I want the world to know just how special of a friend you are to me!!!!
Oh and for Susan and LaDena... Some people claim that there's a woman to blame.... BULLSHIT.... Shut up, bitch.... but I know... it's my own damn fault.... hahahahahahahahhaha.... yes it still cracks me up!!!! Sorry people inside joke..