Real Stories - March 2005

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I read on your site your comments on how some men are restless when they are young and how they need to be trained by a woman. That would describe me. I had some trouble with the law in my younger days. I was in and out of trouble but what I needed was a strong woman to keep me in line. I am a big man, six feet seven inches tall and I weight two hundred and sixty pounds. I played football and basketball in college for a small division III school before I dropped out and began getting into trouble.

I met my wife at college but I only knew her casually as we had some classes together. I met up with her again years later as she went out with a friend of mine (a black man who was a teammate of mine). They broke up and he told me she was and I quote “one messed up Bitch”. This comment surprised me because she always seemed very nice to me. I thought she was a “good girl” and a “moral girl”. She did not drink or do drugs, I never heard her use vulgar language and I heard that she “did not put out”.

My friend moved away and I asked her out. I was attracted to African American women but I had never dated one. She accepted my invitation and we went out. I made my move on the first date but she refused me. I was cool with that, I figured an old-fashion girl and that was cool by me. On the second date, she invited me inside her place and I tried to make out with her but she refused again. She told me that she would let me know when the time was right.