| I work as a carpenter, I'm 6'1, 165, not bad looking and with some natural game when I can tap into it. My high score is in the sixties, including a 5 year long & faithful marriage. I initially came out of my shell in my late twenties/early thirties after finding the pagan festival circuit. Still, I've always considered getting laid to be getting lucky. As in - it wasn't because of any real skill on my part. Right place, right time. Kind but desirous eyes and a trusting smile is usually how I would start my play. Twenty minutes in, if I had managed to maintain a conversation (which would always be her talking), and had escalated kino and subconsciously saw some IOI's, I'd just go caveman and hope for the best. I had a pretty good success rate with sixes and sevens, even the occasional eight, but nines would shoot me down before I could begin. I took it in stride and would just comfort myself with a six instead, but I wanted that nine and still do. And I want to know I could get a ten. Anyway, after a few years of that, I was really ready to settle down with any eight that I could get. Managed three relationships that lasted under a month. But it didn't take long for them to realize that I still saw myself as unworthy of them, while secretly resenting them because even though they were great, I felt like I was settling for what I could get. Eventually I became bitter, and when a laid back millionaire six, five years younger than me, found her way into my target, I decided I was going to marry for money, since I'd failed at love. I had no problem seducing her, playing aloof but interested because that was sincerely how I felt. We met on vacation in Jamaica, she was living in a high rise in Chicago, I lived in a shack in the backwoods of TN that didn't have running water. Within 2 days she'd decided to stay an extra week with me, paying for everything. After two weeks she'd decided to come visit my place for a week. That week lasted three months. I found it easy to have her fall in love with me by playing up the angle that I saw her money as a crutch to her. A semi-negative attitude about money made it easier for her to trust that I wasn't after hers. I got her to TN by saying I'd never be in a relationship with a women who couldn't hack it if times got tough. Anyway, life was easy street after that. I retired at 33 and eventually kept myself busy going back to school. Unfortunately, we got divorced before I could finish the track I'd finally settled on. The craziest part is that I broke it off. And just a few months before our five year anniversary, when the pre-nup payout would have doubled. In fact, I ended up settling for 20% of what she was obligated to because I guess my conscience finally caught up with me and I just didn't care about anything anymore. Though, if she wasn't a raging alcoholic, I'd probably have stayed longer. So, it's been two years since then, one of which I spent in a nice relationship with a seven who loved to cook and fuck. She left me a few months ago because I wasn't passionate enough. She was totally right. We're still friends and have a very honest communication, but we know we can't fulfill each other's relationship needs. Now that she's gone to back to party girl, I am hoping to keep her in FB rotation. I'm hoping to find the right roommate for my 2 bedroom house in middle of the woods on a pagan festival ground. Around here it's known as the Penthouse. Leads and suggestions welcome.
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