I am that guy.
The guy who walks into a crowded room and suddenly, all eyes are on him if only for a moment. I am the same guy who causes a table of four women to giggle in embarrassment. I am the guy who other men are forced to compliment, even though they don’t want to. I am the guy parents warn little girls about. I am the predator who feasts upon the emotions of women, with little or no consideration for the outcome.
Yes, that’s me. I am that guy.
Of course I haven’t always been that guy. I would like to think the inverse of that guy is where I am now. Some may disagree. Maybe I do, too. I’m still trying to find the young innocent little guy who preserved his virginity until the age of 17. Ironically, I would probably still be that younger guy if it wasn’t for that first girl.
It’s amazing how our lives can evolve and revolve around the hearts of others. I mean really, what could cause a man to change his morals and values, to completely ignore any resemblance of emotion in his actions and thought process? What could change a perfectly logical, smart, God-fearing young man into a predator, a cheater and an adulterer?
Well, I will tell you exactly how it could and did happen. I’m inviting you to explore a detailed voyage from the not so very beginning to the not so distant past. Or perhaps this can and will be viewed as an in-depth look into one man’s personal demons. Deception, lust, envy, hate; all of those things some men and probably a few women struggle with in their lives. It’s all here. The real question is not from where I have come but where I will go from here.
I wonder where the inner conflict began. I’ve laid a lot of blame over the years and I realize it is about choice and whether or not I want to continue on this path. Men would die to do some of the things that I have done. Women would kill to experience the things that I have… Well, maybe not kill. But I have seen them come to blows. I’m moving too fast. As I stated before, for now, it’s about that girl...
(To Be Continued)
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