Oh, where do I begin?
I seem to pick most of the losers of the world whether I meet them face to face or online.

one, would come on once in a blue moon and then talk to all his friends for hours and talk to me for 5 minutes and insist on me wearing fishnets, 4 inch heels and tieing him up when we did the nasty.

Not only that, the guy was suicidal and threatened to commit suicide, drank (because “he needed the confidence when going with a fit bird like me", his words not mine :) ) , did drugs, and called me and said that he wanted to hear my voice before he died.



Next one I met at Match.com, cheated on me 3 times. 1 man, 2 women, one of which used to be a prostitute, and called me up on Halloween when I had to go to work, had to stay late at work, was on my period, was still mourning the death of my friend, and told me that he was being taken to a mental asylum because he tried to commit suicide.

Next one, basically said I was a failure as a human being and had me cry every day for a week to get me to be stronger. That and he used to say to me all the time how he dreams of me having sex with his mates.
(zigler, Tue 18 Sep 2007, 16:53, Reply)