You know, I think another reason I have such a hard time with monogamy is because of how much effort and time it takes to learn how to get laid.
I had a late start; didn't start getting ass until college, but i was a quick study and going to a university with way way more women than men certainly helped a lot.
It was awkward in the beginning but with each failure I learned valuable lessons and from each success I gained valuable confidence.
By the time i left I had established good fundamentals, and once my big boy career got to rolling and I became independent and started making fairly good money I all of a sudden had resources to throw behind my macking skills. For a minute there I was really cooking with grease; I was pulling down some pretty good numbers for these to be such anti-social times.
But then I met my ex and I loved her. I still do. But damn it was just so...jarring ._. I had built this skillset from nothing and with no help but now that I was locked down in a relationship it all meant absolutely nothing anymore.
Like imagine being a painter. You weren't very good at painting but you poured yourself into it and tried and tried until finally you started making some pretty good pieces. The progress you made was palpable; you could honestly say that you were a good painter with prospects of perhaps even being a great one.
Then one day you meet a person and the nature of your relationship necessitates that you can never paint again.
That's how I felt 😕. Be it right or be it wrong that is how I felt.
It was awkward in the beginning but with each failure I learned valuable lessons and from each success I gained valuable confidence.
By the time i left I had established good fundamentals, and once my big boy career got to rolling and I became independent and started making fairly good money I all of a sudden had resources to throw behind my macking skills. For a minute there I was really cooking with grease; I was pulling down some pretty good numbers for these to be such anti-social times.
But then I met my ex and I loved her. I still do. But damn it was just so...jarring ._. I had built this skillset from nothing and with no help but now that I was locked down in a relationship it all meant absolutely nothing anymore.
Like imagine being a painter. You weren't very good at painting but you poured yourself into it and tried and tried until finally you started making some pretty good pieces. The progress you made was palpable; you could honestly say that you were a good painter with prospects of perhaps even being a great one.
Then one day you meet a person and the nature of your relationship necessitates that you can never paint again.
That's how I felt 😕. Be it right or be it wrong that is how I felt.
