Atom Smasher
Master Don Juan
Dancing around a minefield of BPDs lately
LOL, keyboard battery gave up the ghost. Title should read "Dancing around".
Well, troops, congratulate me for successfully navigating a recent minefield of the dreaded BPDs.
Online this week a woman quoted the qualities that I am looking for and said "I am that woman".
Uh-oh...
I wrote her back and asked her what makes her say that she is that woman, and after blah-blah-blah, she said, "Can you post some more pics?"
Now, I have two very nice pics already posted that present me very well indeed, plenty enough to give a very good idea of what I look like, and my physique is quite good. I look like I'm 30 years old in those pics and in real life...no lie. So I was a little put off by her request and preoccupation with the physical. I replied "Nope. I wish you all the best in your search." Other things she had written in that message indicated she was a little off-center mentally.
She wrote back with a somewhat scathing scolding about how she is sure that I would not want to go out with a woman without knowing what she looks like (she said this even though my pics are very clear), and this is a classic example of the reversal-move of a woman like this. They will turn even the slightest criticism back on you. I could strongly sense her BPD vortex preparing for full suckage. I swear, men, you can learn to sense this in almost a supernatural way. It's actually intuition, of course.
She went on about other things, including questioning the authenticity of my faith, because I used the word, "luck". You see how they will take the slightest lttle thing you say and turn it back as a weapon against you. Classic. I replied back with a polite wishing her well and informing her that this conversation is a waste of my time and she is therefore blocked. I can just imagine her screaming into her pillow after that. One bullet successfully dodged.
My second brush with danger was just today. I was driving home from church and thinking "It has been a week and a half since my ex has texted me. She is due right now to contact me again". Lo and behold, I get home and there is an email with an OCR'd translation of a voicemail that she left me. My phone system takes the first minute of a voicemail and transposes it to text and emails it to me. It starts off with an apology for her last message, but if history is any indicator, her sweet little beginning will morph into some weird departure from reality as she works herself up and makes a bizarre, imaginary accusation. I haven't listened to it yet. When I get around to listening to it I'll see if it's worthy of mentioning here.
The point to this post is to reiterate that you can save yourself a world of hurt by learning to recognize strong BPD blips on your radar. When you suspect BPD or a similar disorder, don't flirt with danger. Head for other hunting grounds immediately. I usually apply a little pressure at some point in my early interactions because that will bring out the crazy if it's there. A year ago I had no idea under the sun what "BPD" was or that it even existed except as some mysterious psychological term. Once you've been with one, you learn quickly through lots of pain and draining of your very essence. They are truly vampires, although they are not doing it intentionally.
Learning from experience can be a good thing. Learning from someone else's experience is even better when you can do it. That's why I sometimes relate my experiences here. Strictly to help you younger guys to avoid unecessary pain; those of you who have an ear to hear.
LOL, keyboard battery gave up the ghost. Title should read "Dancing around".
Well, troops, congratulate me for successfully navigating a recent minefield of the dreaded BPDs.
Online this week a woman quoted the qualities that I am looking for and said "I am that woman".
Uh-oh...
I wrote her back and asked her what makes her say that she is that woman, and after blah-blah-blah, she said, "Can you post some more pics?"
Now, I have two very nice pics already posted that present me very well indeed, plenty enough to give a very good idea of what I look like, and my physique is quite good. I look like I'm 30 years old in those pics and in real life...no lie. So I was a little put off by her request and preoccupation with the physical. I replied "Nope. I wish you all the best in your search." Other things she had written in that message indicated she was a little off-center mentally.
She wrote back with a somewhat scathing scolding about how she is sure that I would not want to go out with a woman without knowing what she looks like (she said this even though my pics are very clear), and this is a classic example of the reversal-move of a woman like this. They will turn even the slightest criticism back on you. I could strongly sense her BPD vortex preparing for full suckage. I swear, men, you can learn to sense this in almost a supernatural way. It's actually intuition, of course.
She went on about other things, including questioning the authenticity of my faith, because I used the word, "luck". You see how they will take the slightest lttle thing you say and turn it back as a weapon against you. Classic. I replied back with a polite wishing her well and informing her that this conversation is a waste of my time and she is therefore blocked. I can just imagine her screaming into her pillow after that. One bullet successfully dodged.
My second brush with danger was just today. I was driving home from church and thinking "It has been a week and a half since my ex has texted me. She is due right now to contact me again". Lo and behold, I get home and there is an email with an OCR'd translation of a voicemail that she left me. My phone system takes the first minute of a voicemail and transposes it to text and emails it to me. It starts off with an apology for her last message, but if history is any indicator, her sweet little beginning will morph into some weird departure from reality as she works herself up and makes a bizarre, imaginary accusation. I haven't listened to it yet. When I get around to listening to it I'll see if it's worthy of mentioning here.
The point to this post is to reiterate that you can save yourself a world of hurt by learning to recognize strong BPD blips on your radar. When you suspect BPD or a similar disorder, don't flirt with danger. Head for other hunting grounds immediately. I usually apply a little pressure at some point in my early interactions because that will bring out the crazy if it's there. A year ago I had no idea under the sun what "BPD" was or that it even existed except as some mysterious psychological term. Once you've been with one, you learn quickly through lots of pain and draining of your very essence. They are truly vampires, although they are not doing it intentionally.
Learning from experience can be a good thing. Learning from someone else's experience is even better when you can do it. That's why I sometimes relate my experiences here. Strictly to help you younger guys to avoid unecessary pain; those of you who have an ear to hear.
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