The Game

[hayewils]

I was at a club with two girls (friends) last night when my ex wifes friend came over to me and said you do know your ex is on her way her..I said so? She said do you want me to tell her she shouldnt come..I said no not at all..It is what it is..Anyway,

 

I find myself on the back deck of the club chatting with one of the girls when I look over my sholder and there is my ex and her girlfriend staring at me..SoI pay them no mind but noticed that my ex made a comment "she has no idea!" which I guess was meant for the girl that I was talking to about me..

 

Anyway as the night went on apparently my ex got a bit drunk and started texting me...

 

The text went like this...

 

Her..Where did you go?

Her...U could have said hello lmao

Her Snob...lol

Me...Call John *******..John is the guy she has been seeing

Her..piece of **** loser

Her..I'll call him to **** u up

Her...Jerkoff

Her...u piece of ****

Her...Get a ****ing life a real one

Her...The blonde thinks your a dick

 

She went on to say a few other things as well...Then she passes me by a mushes me in the head..At that point I walked over to her and told her to keep her hands the F ing off of me..Thats when security came over a grabbed her..Then she tried to say it was me bothering her till I showed her friends all the crazy **** she was texting me which shut their mouth pretty damn quick!

 

Unbelievable huh?!

Well, you can take this to the bank!

Its obviously John who has no idea..

[revitup]

HSB....dammit boy!

 

Cheating wife + Cheated on husband + alcohol +bar ambiance + her friends + drunk texting=what could go wrong ?

 

You like to live on the edge my friend, I will give you that!

 

Yup you can believe JOHN has no clue.He is a nervous breakdown waiting for a place to happen.She is an equal opportunity user.

 

You my friend have dodged a HAND GRENADE with this barrel o monkeys!

 

REVITUP

[revitup]

Hey 2.50- yup Austin Powers to the max....

 

Last song, then upstairs-Firefly Lounge near Ft Bragg-bar downstairs and rooms upstairs-Sheraton.

 

Songs then ....

 

Rock that man in the boat-Favorite

Strokin'- winner everytime

All of my love-End of the night

Bob Seger-anything worked!

Beach Music,Platters,Embers,Shakers woweeee

 

I wish I could go back to that time!

 

REVITUP

[hurts_so_bad]

I got to admit it did.feel good to see her jealousand pissed off!getting to the club scene thing...Im more of an 80's freestyle guy...tka, george lamond,steve B, coro, alisha, lime,etc, etc...

 

I.loved the 80's and boy could I dance! U didnt need a good line of s@@t! Theae days women want u to.pick their braim and be witty! Id.much rather be bumping and grinding! Lol...In my book actions alwaya spoke louder then words!

 

I can still dance my ass of but with the smoking its a little harder then it used to be...Im going to try and quit next week when I get back from vaca. Im going to Puerto Rico today!

 

 

I feel bad for u guys with the clubs closing at 1am....Here in NY they stood open till 4! U always new it was near closing time when u heard Donna Summers Last dance!

 

I know there are a lot of frestyle partys! Many of which are in Atlantic city...If any of.u guys are close enough to go maybe one day we can meet up there...hey u never know!

[2.50 a gallon]

h-s-b

 

For a supposed non-player it sounds to me like you played the game. Too bad you didn't get a chance to introduce the blonde to your WW.

 

During my player days, I kept the fridge stocked with various flavors of Boone's Farm, and always kept 2 bottle of cheap champagne in the door of the fridge.

 

The first weekend after we broke up, our married neighbor, who also had designs on my Ex, invited her, the OM and several of her co-workers over for a BBQ to rub it in my face.

 

When she came by with the cops to get her things, she had nothing but praise for the OM. I was a dozen years older than the Ex and he was a pretty boy, guard where she worked. A body builder, Mr. Muscles to my short and skinny body.

 

Again another month later, with the wife out of town, the neighbor threw another party for the Ex and her OM. The Ex and the OM arrived early and then she came over, supposedly to visit with our cats, but actually to once again to try and Wow me with tales of the OM.

 

When she arrived I had purposely offered her a soda, from the fridge, hoping she would notice a missing champagne bottle. With no luck. However, when she went to throw it in the trash, after it clinked she took a second closer look and noticed the empty bottle. In a flash she went to our bedroom and noticed the messed up bed and knew that I had not slept alone the night before.

 

She did an immediate 180 and began begging me on her knees to give us a second chance. She even went so far as to got outside and let the whole neighborhood and especially the party goers, what a lame d!ck the OM was. Too many steroids, plus being an alcoholic, equaled him being a zero in bed.

Edited August 27, 2013 by 2.50 a gallon

[2.50 a gallon]

You might say I am a study of extreme contrasts.

 

The natural me is a poet, who loves classical music, from about Mozart on thru Tchaikovsky. In high school I learned to love Shakespeare, and have read almost everything he has wrote several times, except for MacBeth and Othello. And I love to build models. I hardly do kits. A perfect night for me is to spend several hours building something board by board, such as an old building, fort, stage coach, railroad car, while listening to Strauss music.

 

On the other hand I am extremely competitive, it does not matter, whether it be sports, cards, back gammon, or women, I was out to win. It is so bad, that I found it hard to purposely lose at times when playing cards or dominos with my young nieces. In sports there was no playing for the fun of it, always to win.

 

Being the smallest guy in my Freshman class, and listening to classical music did get me far with my female classmates. To get over my shyness, I learned to dance, and even practiced what I learned, in those days it was called the bop. I never did become all that popular in high school, although the girls never turned me down if I asked them to dance.

 

In college, I got lucky and was invited to join a fraternity. No I did not have a rich family, it was due to my sandlot football skills. They needed a ringer, in the intramural football games.

 

Now the shoe was on the other foot, and the high school hotties were now on the menu. With that I started down the path of learning the ways of a player. The world was full of beautiful women, and I was out to kiss them all. However, I never used the word love without meaning it.

 

I truly loved my Ex, I gave up on all the women of the world and thought that I had hit the jack pot.

 

With the demise of my marriage, I quickly dived back the dating game. I loved being single and living alone and for the next decade and half, love was just another 4-letter word.

 

Then one night on the way home from work, at a convenience store, I spotted the clerk who had a face I could kiss for the rest of my life. That and great legs. Naturally, somebody that good looking had a boy friend. So I waited for over two years, all the time playing my player games, so that when he made a mistake I might have a chance to bed this lovely.

 

When that first date finally arrived, I reverted back to the nice guy, poet. It was a disaster. I barely was able to talk her into a second date, another disaster, in fact half way through I took her home, she was not interested, I had blown my chance.

 

But I was not going to go with out getting at least one kiss. That snapped me out of it and I went back to being the gregarious player. Before the night was over we were sipping pina coladas in the apartment hot tube.

 

In about 2 months we will being having our 18th anniversary. Had I not played the game, I would still be living alone. Looking back, sometimes it scares me knowing how close I came to never letting love back into my life.

Edited August 27, 2013 by 2.50 a gallon

[revitup]

2.50

 

Mad dog 20/20 and Tickled Pink!

 

REVITUP

[2.50 a gallon]

REV

 

Used to boost the octane of the MD 20/20 with some Everclear.

[hayewils]

You might say I am a study of extreme contrasts.

 

The natural me is a poet, who loves classical music, from about Mozart on thru Tchaikovsky. In high school I learned to love Shakespeare, and have read almost everything he has wrote several times, except for MacBeth and Othello. And I love to build models. I hardly do kits. A perfect night for me is to spend several hours building something board by board, such as an old building, fort, stage coach, railroad car, while listening to Strauss music.

 

On the other hand I am extremely competitive, it does not matter, whether it be sports, cards, back gammon, or women, I was out to win. It is so bad, that I found it hard to purposely lose at times when playing cards or dominos with my young nieces. In sports there was no playing for the fun of it, always to win.

 

Being the smallest guy in my Freshman class, and listening to classical music did get me far with my female classmates. To get over my shyness, I learned to dance, and even practiced what I learned, in those days it was called the bop. I never did become all that popular in high school, although the girls never turned me down if I asked them to dance.

 

In college, I got lucky and was invited to join a fraternity. No I did not have a rich family, it was due to my sandlot football skills. They needed a ringer, in the intramural football games.

 

Now the shoe was on the other foot, and the high school hotties were now on the menu. With that I started down the path of learning the ways of a player. The world was full of beautiful women, and I was out to kiss them all. However, I never used the word love without meaning it.

 

I truly loved my Ex, I gave up on all the women of the world and thought that I had hit the jack pot.

 

With the demise of my marriage, I quickly dived back the dating game. I loved being single and living alone and for the next decade and half, love was just another 4-letter word.

 

Then one night on the way home from work, at a convenience store, I spotted the clerk who had a face I could kiss for the rest of my life. That and great legs. Naturally, somebody that good looking had a boy friend. So I waited for over two years, all the time playing my player games, so that when he made a mistake I might have a chance to bed this lovely.

 

When that first date finally arrived, I reverted back to the nice guy, poet. It was a disaster. I barely was able to talk her into a second date, another disaster, in fact half way through I took her home, she was not interested, I had blown my chance.

 

But I was not going to go with out getting at least one kiss. That snapped me out of it and I went back to being the gregarious player. Before the night was over we were sipping pina coladas in the apartment hot tube.

 

In about 2 months we will being having our 18th anniversary. Had I not played the game, I would still be living alone. Looking back, sometimes it scares me knowing how close I came to never letting love back into my life.

 

 

yep, that's me..

right now in my life, I have zero intention of letting any woman close to me. I do not think I have it in me to let someone that close again..

living alone,, ahh, it is what it is.

[2.50 a gallon]

hayewils

 

"zero intention of letting any woman . . ."

 

That was me 30 years ago.

 

Daily I chanted, "I am a rock, I am an island" as I continued to rebar and thickened my walls.

 

Looking back, I now sadly see that within a year of my break up, that I had met somebody special that I ran from.

 

I was so determined that when love came knocking a second time, this time a gal who was 12 years younger than me, worked out, had a buns steel with a fantastic bubble butt, a millionaires daughter, that when she offered an all expenses paid 2 week trip to Tahiti to scuba dive, I packed up my things and ran back to my home town a thousand miles away

 

I liked living alone. I could do what I wanted, with whomever I wanted, whenever I wanted and had no one to answer to. I was totally free

 

Then came the second date with the gal from the convenience store and the hot tub. In a flash my mighty thick, high, rebarred and armored walls evaporated in a flash. I never stood a chance.

 

I knew I was in big trouble when after coming home that night after taking her home, for the first time in over a dozen years I was lonely

 

Trust me on this. No matter what you do, some night when you least expect it, Cupid is going to hit you in the butt and there will be no defense.

 

This time, learn from you past mistakes and enjoy the ride.

[2.50 a gallon]

funny thing about my GF of the past 18 years, she can't dance a lick

[hayewils]

funny thing about my GF of the past 18 years, she can't dance a lick

 

personal question,

girl friend of 18 years? not married?

that's actually my place next time.

I would have girlfriends, a couple maybe but not doing the marriage thing again.. then if they wanna go... they can just go.

I don't need to have a piece of paper that says im with this person.

[2.50 a gallon]

Not Married! Both of us have been there and done that

 

Thirty years after my marriage the thought of legally tieing the knot still scares the heck out of me. Like I was trapped

 

Either one of us are free to leave at any time. Oddly enough, that helps keep us together, as it keeps us on our toes and to not take each other for granted.

[hayewils]

Not Married! Both of us have been there and done that

 

Thirty years after my marriage the thought of legally tieing the knot still scares the heck out of me. Like I was trapped

 

Either one of us are free to leave at any time. Oddly enough, that helps keep us together, as it keeps us on our toes and to not take each other for granted.

I understand that 2.50,

There isnt any need for it. It works the same, without a contract.

If someone wants to be with me, then they will.

If they dont, then they are just free to go and no hassle of filing pPerwork to end a worthless contract.

I know i wont do it again and your right, i think it does keep everyone on their toes. Its a different dynamic.

[2.50 a gallon]

hayewils

 

We're not going to have any kids, so why bother

 

Not getting married offers us several other advantges

 

The both of us are Christian, we are of different faiths. Her parents were more involved than my family, her dad was a lay preacher. And naturally my family thinks that their religion is the right stuff, and her parents religion is the wrong way to go. By not getting married, we avoid the flack

 

Neither of us are church goers, tho we do hold on to those childhood beliefs. The way we see it the Creator can look in my heart and see that all is good, in my feelings for her, and vice versa

 

My Ex & I's problem began with money. Her new male co-workers had gotten involved with a self help, new life cult, a break off of EST training. Total BS from what I could see. Similar to the Burt Reynolds movie Semi Tough, where they pee their pants, They began pushing for her and possibly I to take the training, at $650 for the each of us. And this was only beginning Class 1, there were 3 other beginning classes and the prices went up.

 

We had barely just gotten married, and were indebt up to $10,000 and we were wanting to buy a house, in a area that was booming and there were no cheapies.

 

She had just graduated from college with a degree and was recruited by a Fortune 500 company and moved us a thousand miles from home. Her pay jumped from dish washer to career pay. I had a trade, and could make much more than her, but moving to a new locality, I was at the bottom of the list and new starts, unless you got lucky were night jobs, they could never get enough night workers.

 

Being a newly wed in a new rather large city, she did not want me working nights. We had yet to get the pulse of our new local and was afraid to be alone at nights. There fore I took a day job that paid about half what she was making.

 

That is when our problems began as I said "No way, it is worthless BS" This gave the OM co-workers, the ammo that they needed. It is your money. He is a control freak, etc.

 

With my GF, we have separate accounts, we each pay half the mortgage and utilities, and after that what she does with her money is up to her. Quite simply, if you want it, you buy it. So that ends the money arguments.

Edited August 30, 2013 by 2.50 a gallon

[2.50 a gallon]

My favorite feature is a woman's leg's. I like long legs, not those straight skinny bony chicken legs, but those with just enough muscle and meat on them, like skater legs, to give them great form. Being a short guy, all the great legs were on gals taller than me. Which meant in most cases I was already an also ran and never had a chance.

 

On the night I met her, I was on the way home from work. The first thing I noticed was her beautiful kissable face, then as I walked to the back of the store, I got a glimpse of her great long legs, and immediately began hoping I could find away to bed this woman.

 

First thought, with her great looks, there has to be a man involved, so the direct approach, of trying to get a date was out. I knew I had to subtly find away to become a friendly customer and in that why get to know her.

 

Luck was with me that night. The night we met was one of the first nights she worked there, so she did not know I was not a regular customer. Also on the night we met, the first words out of my mouth cracked her up. From that point on, I always found a way to make her laugh. Every night I was prepared with another joke, from a book of jokes that I had. After awhile, I hardly ever had to use them as we slowly got to know each other. To her I was a break in her long boring 8 hour shift.

 

I was right, she was divorced, but for the past 4 years have been living with her live in BF. He had kids, she had kids and they had a blended family. She was very much in love with him. She liked her men, tall and tough, favorite actor was Steven Segal, and it just so happened that her boy friend was a 6-footer, with a long black pony tail and a semi-pro boxer.

Her dream guy and in short everything I wasn't.

 

The problem how to pry her away from him. First off I was casual, care free, and never came on to her. With her good looks she had all kinds of guys, like myself who were purposely shopping there to hit on her. And then would hang around trying to score points. Me I was in and out, made her laugh, and after awhile we had many inside jokes about some of these guys.

 

I lied, I told her I lived just down the street, not trued I lived about 5 miles away. By this time, I had spotted her walking to work, one day, so knew which way to point. I never did know where she lived. Just the general direction.

 

Another time, just about the time I knew she would be walking to work, it began to rain hard, I quickly threw out most of the junk in my car to make it look good, and headed in that general direction and sure enough I caught up with her and gave her a ride. And yes I got her to laugh

[2.50 a gallon]

There was a major chain grocery store, just across from where she worked, it became my choice in grocery shopping. Sure, enough she too shopped there and I accidently ran into her more than a couple of times, as after awhile I knew she would be shopping there the first day off after she got paid.

 

A couple of the times, he was with her. We even shook hand once. With his grip, I suspect that he suspected I was up to no good.

 

How to get her away from him?

 

First thing, never, never say anything bad about him. As that would basically say she had bad taste in men. I had to let her bring them up, and then at first try to explain them away. The attacking would come later.

 

First crack, she was disappointed with him as he did not like to shop with her. Hence the meeting at the grocery store. The few times we met, I gave her the idea I knew how to cook rather well.

 

I also let her know that I very much liked being seen out in the public shopping with a good looking woman

 

With time, I told her of my out of state GF and how I missed shopping with her. And how she was in love with me, and wanting us to get married, and the problems I had had getting married, divorced, and though I thought that I loved her, I was afraid of the power she had with her money, and besides I was back with my family. And was I right in trying to move on and starting a new life and dating locally?

 

When the out of state GF flew in to be with me, I made sure the two of them met.

 

A. Other women were interested in me, and I treated them nice

 

B. She not only was rich, but also good looking.

 

Also, when dating the local women, whenever the date & I were headed to my place for a get together I found a reason to stop by her store, for a pack of smokes.

 

The next time we met she always had to make a comment, "Don't you thing you should wait until she graduates from high school before lyou date her?"

 

A: More topics of conversation, more inside jokes, always making her laugh

 

B: He might be short, but there are lots of good looking women dating him. What's he got?

[2.50 a gallon]

One of the first things I learned about women, was that most of them really like the Christmas holidays. Bah, Humbug will get you dropped. So l learned to relish the holidays, and when that season rolled around, she hinted that she too liked Christmas, Santa and His Reindeer and Snowmen. But her BF was a Bah, humbug guy. Second crack

 

I even bought her a box of Godiva chocolates and told that she should share them with her BF the next time they were fooling around. Maybe with a little bit of wine. And if she thought of it to try popping one her mouth just before she was about to hit the Big O, as it done correctly, some times, a woman can have to O's at the same time, she second one with her taste buds, and also there advantage with oral sex.

 

More points, I really knew my way around in the bedroom, and got her to thinking if someday she was free she would give me a tryout.

 

This went on for over 2 years, finally, one day, she was pissed at him, and really down, that is when I went on the attack. "Your are beautiful, why are you putting up with that chit?", "A real man wouldn't treat his GF that way", Etc. I never said nothing nice about him again. Whenever I got a chance, I attacked.

 

A year later she finally broke up with him. After he retired from the ring, he fell into a drug problem. At first it was supposed to be only temporary, as he went off to get cleaned up, and they would they would try to reunite then.

 

In the meantime, while he was gone, she was going to explore the dating scene. Her first call was to me.

 

Even though I had kissed hundreds of women, her first kiss nailed me, my walls were down, and I was in love. Nothing I could do about it.

 

First thought was to run again, but second thought was even if I ran it was going to hurt. So why not take a chance and give it my all? I had been badly hurt before, and somehow survived, I could do it again.

 

I got lucky as it was just before the holidays, 3rd date we baked holloween cookies at my place, I let it all out for the holidays, as always out side lights, etc.

 

Four months later, he came back and wanted to pick up where they left off. She spent Friday night with me, and I knew when she left that next morning that he was going to be meeting her at her place at about noon.

 

One o'clock, she was back, she had given him that last his things, and told him there was somebody else. "Not that short skinny guy?

 

That is how you play the game

[WreckedDan]

Daaaaammm,

TwoFity is a Playa!

 

I can't even imagine a long game like that... impressed! A little disapointed you were playing in another mans yard, as most posters here have been destrpyed by games like that

But still cudos to you on your accomplishment

 

Dan

[2.50 a gallon]

wd

 

For me to be attracted to a woman, in the looks department, she had to be a 7, very rare, or above for me to have sex with her. Which in turn, meant that almost every time I met somebody I was attracted to, she already had a man in her life.

 

Up until I caught my EX cheating on me, MW were totally taboo, after d-day that rule no longer applied.

 

As for the love of my life, I am totally in love with her and trust her completely. Something I thought would be impossible

 

I confessed a long time ago, in the beginning, all I wanted to do was to find out what it felt like to have those great legs of hers wrapped around me.

 

She married young, like age 17, and was married for almost 20 years, and then was with this guy for about 5 years. Which meant when we started dating at about her age 42, she had only slept with less than a dozen men. And she was going to use the temporary breakup with her live in BF to find out what she had missed.

 

She chose me to be the first guy she dated because of the game that I played piqued her curiousity, and also, because I was short and skinny and would not crush her when we had sex.

 

I almost blew it with her, as for whatever reason on the first date I reverted back to be a nice guy. I barely talked her into a second date, and the second date was similar to the first date, I knew I had lost her and ended the date early as she was bored with me. Took her home, but before I bowed out of her life for good made sure I got in at least one kiss.

 

That is when I got jolted and the player in me kicked in, before the night was up we were drinking pina coladas in the hot tub at my apartment.

 

As it turns out that was what she wanted. She was hoping I would be a FWB friend.

 

I fell for her with the first kiss and the game continued intensified. Being attractive she had a whole string of guys who had been hanging around like myself, trying to get in her pants. One, Mr. Corvette, was a good looking tall, doctor, she had met when she worked in the local hospital cafeteria. And her friends were trying to get her to go out with them, to meet new guys. She was the bait, as she is very attractive.

 

So even though the game had produced results, I then had to kick it up another level to stop her from going out and drinking with Mr. Corvette, or meeting guys with her friends.

 

To a certain extent, 18 years later I am still playing the game, in order to keep her from taking me and our love for granted. It is called vigilence

Edited September 1, 2013 by 2.50 a gallon
Missing sentence

[2.50 a gallon]

Double post again

Edited September 1, 2013 by 2.50 a gallon

[hayewils]

I had to think after reading that last post that things more than likely would not have worked out between her and mr. corvette..

She may have been posting on LS talking about how he cheated and left her for another woman. instead, she is with the short skinny guy..

happy!

its just wild how things turn out.

[NYWoman]

Games People Play, written and recorded by Joe South in the late 60's, early 70's

 

U-tube it to hear how it originally sounded

[hayewils]

This thread reminded me of a song:

 

The games people play now, every night every day now, never meaning what they say now, never saying what they mean.

 

It's by Tesla.

 

Good music Just saying.

 

I love Tesla!

What a great group!

[hurts_so_bad]

I know this is kinda off topic but how long did it take you guys/gals to finally meet someone new and start fresh after the disaster!?

Im sitting here lonely tonight and its really getting to me..Its been a year and a half and I still feel that pain in my chest or emptiness...

 

It starts to make you think that there is something wrong..something not right...Ive met women but none I would want to be with just some to occupy my time I guess..

 

I am seeing a women who is in love with me but she knows the feelings arent mutual as I made it clear to her a while back..Just seems like all cheap thrills for me and its very frustrating!

 

It seems women I am interested in arent in me and visa versa! Im even on pof which is a very popular dating site..I message women i think are cute and that I would be interested in but no response..I get responses from women I am not at all attracted too....

 

I have been hurting all day! One thing that bothers me a real lot is when my ex went off on me with the texts 2 weeks ago, she said, "Get a life, a real one" That to me hit home! I feel like I am dealing with some women just to keep occupied but in the meantime Im not happy cause its nothing real! Hense a real life! It really hits home when I think of that.

 

Sometimes it makes you wonder if your destined to be by yourself..I see many of my friends happily married or in LTR's and it really bothers me..

I know people say to be grateful for what you have and I am..I have my own home, a great job, 3 beautiful kids, looks (well I think so lol), personality, pretty much everything..The only thing I need to still work on is my drivers license issue.

 

That may work out or not but Im sure there must be a women out there that I find beautiful that would be able to see past that being I have everything else..I see friends of mine that have so much less and they have women who love them..

 

makes you ask, When is my turn? People say you have to be happy with yourself in order to be happy by yourself..I think thats just another BS line! Most everyone longs for love especially after having it so long it becomes a part of you... I dont think your brain can tell your heart how to feel..That longing for something special is still there even if you have your life in order and even more so! When your life is a mess, You have so many things to fix that your mind is preoccupied with a million things you have to do, not just on love..When your life is in order and there is nothing that needs to be done all the focus goes on that one last piece of puzzle and it makes it even harder...

 

Everyone says keep your chin up...well I have been trying for a year and a half and my chin is getting heavy! Its easier said then done!

Edited September 9, 2013 by hurts_so_bad