Just went through something along these lines this past weekend...
Divorced my battle-axe of 18 years last July, and I've been working online game since (although I made more than one foolish error due to my rustiness/unawareness of modern game). In November I started seeing a woman that seemed, on paper at least, worth keeping around. She fell hard, and immediately started talking about "forever" (we're both in our mid-fifties) - which was a turn-off to me, since I'd just gotten OUT of a LTR and wasn't about to hitch my wagon to another woman. In many respects, it was good - lots of common interests, the sex was awesome, she was very attractive and exotic (a Brit) - but it just felt smothering! Whenever I pulled back, she'd start freaking out and I kinda' felt sorry that she was so attached to me. Nonetheless, I wanted OUT - I've had some financial windfalls recently, and frankly, I want to spend the rest of my days traveling and meeting women (and getting flags!)
Shortly before we met, I'd dated a sex-crazed chick (banged her on the second date without even really putting any effort into it) - I normally don't raw-dog, but she just "jumped" on me cowgirl unprotected. She was nuts, that became quickly apparent, and I blew her off - and I got an STD panel shortly after just to be sure that I hadn't gotten any "parting gifts". When the same thing happened with "London Gal" - she gave me the "raw-dog go-ahead" - I didn't think anything about it; I'd just had testing and she hadn't hooked up with anyone for (or so she said) a year and a half.
Fast forward to three weeks ago - I'm itching to give her the heave-ho, when she starts complaining about pain, discharge, etc. Her doc originally diagnoses vaginitis, gives her treatment (and we were obviously not knocking boots until she was better). Then - last Wednesday - she sent me a text - "I'm at my doctor's and I'm fucking livid - I've got gonorrhea - you need to get tested and tell everyone else you've been with recently that you've got the clap." Logistically it didn't make sense (I'd only banged her since we'd started seeing each other - she was the only chick I'd hooked up with since the sex-addict), but I felt like shit nonetheless (residual beta mindset) - I'd never, in my 57+ years, given anyone an STD. She's wavering between "you asshole" and "we can work through this"...and I'm thinking, "how can I parlay this into a blow-off without being a total tool?"
Immediately got tested (pain in the ass because I didn't want to run it through my primary-care physician) on Thursday, while continuing to get texts from her (we're 100 miles apart) "well, at least it wasn't herpes, etc." and other attempts to make me feel like shit. Go out on Friday evening - rolling solo - to my local dive bar, and I'm getting solid IOIs from a couple of MILFs - but my heart's not in it; even if I were to close - I wasn't about to follow through that night, considering the uncertainty of my health status.
Woke up Saturday morning, slightly hung over and feeling like a moron for painting myself into a proverbial corner with this SNAFU. Check my email - BINGO - there are the results via PDF from the testing firm. NEGATIVE! I forwarded the PDF to her, thanked her for potentially exposing me to HER venereal disease, railed on her for assuming it was ME, told her to return the alto sax I'd lent her to the concierge at my place...and to NEVER contact me again. Needless to say, it's been "radio silence" since...and I'm stoked as FUCK - easiest. blow-off. ever!![[Image: smile.gif]](https://rooshvforum.network/images/smilies/smile.gif)
Onward and upward!
Divorced my battle-axe of 18 years last July, and I've been working online game since (although I made more than one foolish error due to my rustiness/unawareness of modern game). In November I started seeing a woman that seemed, on paper at least, worth keeping around. She fell hard, and immediately started talking about "forever" (we're both in our mid-fifties) - which was a turn-off to me, since I'd just gotten OUT of a LTR and wasn't about to hitch my wagon to another woman. In many respects, it was good - lots of common interests, the sex was awesome, she was very attractive and exotic (a Brit) - but it just felt smothering! Whenever I pulled back, she'd start freaking out and I kinda' felt sorry that she was so attached to me. Nonetheless, I wanted OUT - I've had some financial windfalls recently, and frankly, I want to spend the rest of my days traveling and meeting women (and getting flags!)
Shortly before we met, I'd dated a sex-crazed chick (banged her on the second date without even really putting any effort into it) - I normally don't raw-dog, but she just "jumped" on me cowgirl unprotected. She was nuts, that became quickly apparent, and I blew her off - and I got an STD panel shortly after just to be sure that I hadn't gotten any "parting gifts". When the same thing happened with "London Gal" - she gave me the "raw-dog go-ahead" - I didn't think anything about it; I'd just had testing and she hadn't hooked up with anyone for (or so she said) a year and a half.
Fast forward to three weeks ago - I'm itching to give her the heave-ho, when she starts complaining about pain, discharge, etc. Her doc originally diagnoses vaginitis, gives her treatment (and we were obviously not knocking boots until she was better). Then - last Wednesday - she sent me a text - "I'm at my doctor's and I'm fucking livid - I've got gonorrhea - you need to get tested and tell everyone else you've been with recently that you've got the clap." Logistically it didn't make sense (I'd only banged her since we'd started seeing each other - she was the only chick I'd hooked up with since the sex-addict), but I felt like shit nonetheless (residual beta mindset) - I'd never, in my 57+ years, given anyone an STD. She's wavering between "you asshole" and "we can work through this"...and I'm thinking, "how can I parlay this into a blow-off without being a total tool?"
Immediately got tested (pain in the ass because I didn't want to run it through my primary-care physician) on Thursday, while continuing to get texts from her (we're 100 miles apart) "well, at least it wasn't herpes, etc." and other attempts to make me feel like shit. Go out on Friday evening - rolling solo - to my local dive bar, and I'm getting solid IOIs from a couple of MILFs - but my heart's not in it; even if I were to close - I wasn't about to follow through that night, considering the uncertainty of my health status.
Woke up Saturday morning, slightly hung over and feeling like a moron for painting myself into a proverbial corner with this SNAFU. Check my email - BINGO - there are the results via PDF from the testing firm. NEGATIVE! I forwarded the PDF to her, thanked her for potentially exposing me to HER venereal disease, railed on her for assuming it was ME, told her to return the alto sax I'd lent her to the concierge at my place...and to NEVER contact me again. Needless to say, it's been "radio silence" since...and I'm stoked as FUCK - easiest. blow-off. ever!
Onward and upward!