Quote: (08-01-2018 01:41 PM)Mikestar Wrote:
I think my love is slowly fading away, this confirms that I felt puppy love. I want to see her again but my emotions are not as strong right now.
Everyone on here, so far, has given you solid advice to go on and we've all been where you are, right now.
Love is great! When it's good... damn, it's GOOD! Feels real, fucking good! But when it's bad... it's a motherfucking pain in the ass. You can't sleep, you can't eat, you can't focus on shit, and your emotions are all over the fucking place!
So, I think it's time for you to read about another sad, pathetic, love story (I'll keep it short):
Back in January 2010, I met this 19 yr old, drop-dead gorgeous German babe. She was blonde, dark brown eyes, only 5'2", slim waist, C-cup titties (which I think are the perfect breast size) with cute pink little nipples, and a firm round ass that would make you write home to all your boyz.
She was staying in the US with a wealthy American family as an 'au pair' (maybe you've heard of them, they're overseas nannies). I met her at a best friend's house party, and at the time, I was practicing game taught by a pua named 'Doc Love'. I still think his material is worth their weight. Anyways, that night at the party I pretty much ignored her but she was eyeball-fucking me the whole time but never made my move until the next morning (she and I stayed the night at my friend's place). That morning I had to work but I made my move before leaving-got some snuggle time in, a kiss, and her number.
Fast forward to a month later and things are going great! I mean the sex is great, food tasted better, and everyday I'm walking on sunshine! I thought I was the motherfucking Fonz, I'm talking Jesus, I could walk on water and nothing could mess my happy days up! Fast forward three months later->she confesses that she loves me, I tell her I love her, we go to Hawaii together that summer, and everything is on the up and up!
Fast forward to November 2010-> She has to go back to Germany (waahh, waaah, waaaah!) I surprise on her birthday (Nov. 27th) through a Skype call, "Hey baby! I'm coming to spend Xmas and New Year's with you and your family!" She's thrilled! Tells her family and friends. December rolls around and I fly over and we have a blast! Sex is still incredible and my girl looks even sexier than when she was in the US (I'm a loyal man and was very hungry for some pink taco).
Fast forward to April 2012-> Even though we both flew back and forth between continents to be with each other (we both made three equal trips during the years), I could sense with each Skype facetime call that she was getting more and more upset that we weren't spending enough time together (we didn't see each other for months at a time), and with each goodbye after meeting, she would cry more and more. I would try to reassure her that we'd be the couple that'd see it through thick and thin (I honestly believed that we would end up together if we just kept plowing through these difficult times as a team).
BUT, I couldn't cover the spread. The distance had taken its toll, and they say that "distance makes the heart grow fonder" but that, in my opinion, is a total crock. I try not to be bitter about it but she was the first girl I had fallen in love with, and keep in mind, I was divorced a couple of years prior to meeting this girl. I didn't know what love actually felt like until I met this German hottie. She knew how to make me feel like a man, she was feminine to a perfect-T: took care of my laundry, kept the house and herself looking real good, made me food (and she was a damn good cook), and kept my balls drained.
That same April, she called me over Skype and told me she couldn't take the distance anymore (a girl alone for that long, is a ticking time bomb). A few months later I broke down and sent her a LETTER (who the fuck sends a letter anymore) revealing all my sappy feelings and how she should come back to me or that I could move to Germany... "blah, blah, blah" (is all I'm pretty sure she read). You know what her response was? "This past summer I started talking to this guy at work..." I don't need to finish the rest of that conversation to let you know how that makes a man feel. Let's just say that after that talk, I was angry, and went on a poosy smashing rampage for a few years after. Haven't been in a serious relationship since then.
There's no "moral of the story" to be told here. You've been warned. Heed the wise advice of others on this forum or be damned that we "told ya so." 'Nuff said.