A few years ago, I ran into this woman at the bank. I was only there to speak to my banker, but he insisted that I meet this woman. He told me she was an amazing woman and would be a perfect fit for me. I hesitated at first, but eventually convinced myself to go and meet her. What did I have to lose? If she was as beautiful as my banker said, I would regret not meeting her. If she wasn’t attractive, I would only have lost a few minutes of my time. With this in mind, I agreed to take part in this matchmaking. My banker took me over to meet the young lady and she was more beautiful than he described in our previous conversation. As we sat down and began talking she seemed to be very interested in me. She asked me about my career, background and future dreams. Her questions were very thorough, but seemed harmless. Once I began asking her questions the conversation got even better. She was so ambitious and needed a partner to really make her dreams a reality. I seemed to be the man she was looking for, so I decided to ask her to have dinner with me. Several dinners and long conversations later, she and I agreed to begin a relationship. It wasn’t too serious, but we were committed to one another. All she really wanted from me was a few hours of attention each day and that didn’t seem like a big deal.
During this period of our relationship, we traveled around the world, went on shopping trips and partied on a regular basis. Then she hit me with an unexpected proposal. She asked me if I would be okay with including one of her friends in our relationship. That’s right, she was asking for a threesome. My uncle warned me about these types of relationships, but I wasn’t trying to hear it. There was only one stipulation. I had to spend at least three hours per day giving each lady some one-on-one time. Being young and dumb, I agreed to this change in our relationship. Her friend was a little more attractive than her and I wanted to hook up with her anyway. What young man would turn down such an incredible offer? This was a fantasy becoming reality.
After being in this three way relationship for a year, I was in paradise. I thought our relationship would never change, but I started making mistakes. I wasn’t fulfilling my part of the agreement. My job required more of my time and I couldn’t spend three hours with both ladies on a daily basis. I promised them more time in the future and that I would make up for the time we lost. Several months later I found myself owing them more time than I had available. There wasn’t enough time in one day to fulfill my commitment. I was 90 hours behind on my promise and the ladies were really getting upset. They would call me at least four times per day and their voicemail messages were cold hearted. I had to listen to message after message about how they were going to leave me and how inadequate of a man I had become. I couldn’t believe these were the same women I met just a few years ago. It was like they became totally different people. I made repeated attempts to explain my case to them, but they weren’t trying to hear it. I became depressed and decided to call my banker friend for advice. He was the person that sparked this relationship; so I figured he could help me. He told me there was a way out of these problems. All I had to do was make an agreement with another one of his friends and my problems would go away.
The arrangement seemed pretty simple and realistic, though very unreal at the same time. This new guy would meet up with my ladies and agree to cover all the time I missed. His only stipulation was that I take his lady out three times per month until it equaled the time he would spend with my ladies. The new arrangement was acceptable to my partners, so I decided to go with it. His lady was decent looking and I figured this arrangement wouldn’t last too long. I had some new job prospects lined up that could possibly free up more of my time, and at the worst I could just give up and be okay with being known as a bad guy with nobody to date.
After going through several interviews, I was sure I would find a new job. All the hiring managers said they were impressed with me and thought I’d be a good fit for their organization. Unfortunately they were filing me up with false hope because I wasn’t able to obtain any of those positions. Each hiring manager told me I was a great prospect, but changes in the economy wouldn’t allow them to meet my salary requirements. They wanted me to take an average twenty-five percent pay cut to join their teams. I couldn’t afford such a pay cut and the search continued.
Finally after one year of searching, I was able to find a new job. This job freed up two hours of my day and I was on the road to getting out of my new arrangement. I wished I could free up more time, but beggars can’t be choosers. These additional two hours per day put me on pace to end my relationship with both ladies sooner rather than later, if I chose to keep my promises. It would also get me out of my newest arrangement more quickly; which was a bonus because I was really getting tired of her. At first I wondered why her guy would be so quick to pass her on, but it didn't take me long to get it. I couldn’t believe living out my threesome fantasy got me so caught up and busy, but I finally has a way out.
After trying to be a man of my word and following through on my previous promises, I lost the best years of my life and could never get it back. But what should I have expected? I was too young to really understand what I was getting into. Hopefully, I can help others to avoid this situation in the future by sharing my story. But they probably won’t listen. I didn’t listen to my uncle when I had the chance, so why should anyone hear me out? I guess some will listen because my version of the story was a little better than my uncles. At least I used personal relationships to describe my credit card problems instead of boring them with bank lingo. That slight change in the story may be just enough to keep them listening until the end.
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