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I'm basically a full fledged sociopathic narcissist.
It works for me at the moment, but I know my lifestyle is a timebomb.
There are, in my opinion, three primary reasons I can get away with it - for now:
1) I am tall and have wide shoulders.
2) My phenotype is one that is considered high class, my face is high trust.
3) I am eloquent when speaking - I have a high verbal IQ and a strong voice.
At this point in time I have so many girls in my life it's hard to keep track of them all. Because of that, and the drama associated with women even when they promise to be "drama free", I am lying ALL THE TIME - there probably isn't a single hour of my life that goes by where I don't tell some kind of lie - "No, I don't have a girl over right now." or "Yeah I'm alone right now." Girls coming over and discovering different colored hair on my floors. Finding blood stains on the sheets. Shampoos, soaps left over from other women. Even though half the time I don't need to lie (fuckbuddies or w/e), it's just easier not to tell the truth and avoid having to explain shit.
Last week I had a young girl (friend of friend) who was looking for some extra money come over to clean my place. I promised her 30 bucks to clean my horribly messy place - and I figured it'd be pretty fun for me since she was 19 and decently hot. I asked her if she played any sports after she had been cleaning for only an hour. After talking a bit, I asked her if she had strong hands since she did so many sports. I mentioned my neck was pretty stiff from working (lie, I don't work). I asked if she could use them a bit on me. She said yes quite happily - she told me she gave massages to her mom and aunt all the time and was eager to show me. I told her she was pretty good, and that I knew a lot about anatomy (true) and that I had taken some massage courses in the past (lie). I told her I'd be happy to teach her a few things. So I start massaging her shoulders in turn. I tell her it'd be much better to teach her with her laying down. One thing leads to another, we fucked.
She bled all over my sheets. I was her first. Deaf Stacey-lite girl I mentioned a week and a half ago came over the next day (we've already fucked). She asks me what it's from. I say it's from an in-grown hair without skipping a beat (into her transcriber phone). This girl's smart. But how can a person bold-faced lie to someone else with such accuracy and speed and not be believed? It's almost impossible.
In the meantime I've been working on some programming and nerd shit. All while slaying and lying out the ass, the next minute doing the nerdiest shit possible. It's a weird juxtaposition. I don't know what happened to put me in this situation.
Honestly, I blame childhood. Fucked up youth. Not having a dad for the first part of my childhood, when he should have been around getting me involved with the community/school. I have extremely high verbal IQ cause I'd spend hours arguing with my dad when I was a teen because we both got a kick out of it. I suspect he also has sociopathic tendencies because he worked as a community leader and would speak and even preach many times a week yet was an alcoholic and berative ass hole at home. Another guy leading a double life. Yet mine's not just double. Tenfold that, I suppose. He always told me I'd "never be better than him until he died", then I could "spit on his grave and mock him" (verbatim quote). Guess I outdid ya even though you're still around, huh Dad?
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It works for me at the moment, but I know my lifestyle is a timebomb.
There are, in my opinion, three primary reasons I can get away with it - for now:
1) I am tall and have wide shoulders.
2) My phenotype is one that is considered high class, my face is high trust.
3) I am eloquent when speaking - I have a high verbal IQ and a strong voice.
At this point in time I have so many girls in my life it's hard to keep track of them all. Because of that, and the drama associated with women even when they promise to be "drama free", I am lying ALL THE TIME - there probably isn't a single hour of my life that goes by where I don't tell some kind of lie - "No, I don't have a girl over right now." or "Yeah I'm alone right now." Girls coming over and discovering different colored hair on my floors. Finding blood stains on the sheets. Shampoos, soaps left over from other women. Even though half the time I don't need to lie (fuckbuddies or w/e), it's just easier not to tell the truth and avoid having to explain shit.
Last week I had a young girl (friend of friend) who was looking for some extra money come over to clean my place. I promised her 30 bucks to clean my horribly messy place - and I figured it'd be pretty fun for me since she was 19 and decently hot. I asked her if she played any sports after she had been cleaning for only an hour. After talking a bit, I asked her if she had strong hands since she did so many sports. I mentioned my neck was pretty stiff from working (lie, I don't work). I asked if she could use them a bit on me. She said yes quite happily - she told me she gave massages to her mom and aunt all the time and was eager to show me. I told her she was pretty good, and that I knew a lot about anatomy (true) and that I had taken some massage courses in the past (lie). I told her I'd be happy to teach her a few things. So I start massaging her shoulders in turn. I tell her it'd be much better to teach her with her laying down. One thing leads to another, we fucked.
She bled all over my sheets. I was her first. Deaf Stacey-lite girl I mentioned a week and a half ago came over the next day (we've already fucked). She asks me what it's from. I say it's from an in-grown hair without skipping a beat (into her transcriber phone). This girl's smart. But how can a person bold-faced lie to someone else with such accuracy and speed and not be believed? It's almost impossible.
In the meantime I've been working on some programming and nerd shit. All while slaying and lying out the ass, the next minute doing the nerdiest shit possible. It's a weird juxtaposition. I don't know what happened to put me in this situation.
Honestly, I blame childhood. Fucked up youth. Not having a dad for the first part of my childhood, when he should have been around getting me involved with the community/school. I have extremely high verbal IQ cause I'd spend hours arguing with my dad when I was a teen because we both got a kick out of it. I suspect he also has sociopathic tendencies because he worked as a community leader and would speak and even preach many times a week yet was an alcoholic and berative ass hole at home. Another guy leading a double life. Yet mine's not just double. Tenfold that, I suppose. He always told me I'd "never be better than him until he died", then I could "spit on his grave and mock him" (verbatim quote). Guess I outdid ya even though you're still around, huh Dad?
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