She knows about my crazy days but doesn't judge me - couldn't ask for better. Now I have a steady partner I'm going long term with. I miss all the craziness and the chase, but yeah, it gets old in a weird way. Stopped inviting tail and started dating again. It was the only thing that kept him alive / not relapsing. The sad thing is, a colleague and friend similar to me had been doing this for years and years. 'Hiding from it all' (Living It, Mars Argo), hiding from everything behind a wall of hedonistic fucking. It's the same as doing heavy drugs, or wanking 8 times a day. You can fuck until your mind melts but the next day you just feel hollow and empty. 3-4 nights a week, plus threesomes, and the odd sex party I hosted for shits and giggles.īest time of my life, but honestly, I wasn't happy. I had a few girls I saw regularly and a rotating cast of extras.
I worked in an industry where I met tonnes of attractive women, was top of my professional game, and girls came fast and easy from the prestige.
