Me: How come I’m still single. I’m a nice guy, mature, looks okay for my age (I’m 45). Don’t have any kids. Romantic, attentive, emotionally mature and intelligent. Can express my feelings, emotions and needs. I’m a great cook (used to work as a chef at Michelin restaurants). Doing everything I can to make you feel safe, seen, heard, accepted, appreciated and understood.
Also me: Gets hard watching Luther with the family this Christmas when girls get kidnapped. (And also when he gets an obsessive stalker).
Wants a very possessive relationship, am a dominant sadist that loves to play mind games with you and trick you into a corner that you can’t get out of.
Wants a girlfriend that develops Stockholm syndrome and becomes completely dependent on me.
Wants to own, train and mold said girlfriend.
Gets turned on by her tears, by her pain. By humiliation and degradation.
Wants to make all her decisions for her, what to wear, how to do her makeup, her hair, her nails.
Want to own her completely.
Want the whole world to see how beautiful and sexy she is. But only I can touch her and only I decides who get to use her.
So yea, maybe it’s not so strange that I’m single after all.
Everything here is real and not a fantasy.
