Chapter 2, The Dating Doctor Diaries -  L.A. Tripp
 
This is not your typical love story. In fact, even the above-average guy wouldn’t normally have a life like this. To be honest, every time a guy said, “I want what you have,” I was very quick to tell him, “No, you don’t.”

It seems like the dream for many guys. In reality, it was a headache. Don’t get me wrong, I can’t say it was all bad, but there were many issues to deal with along the way.

When you turn the last page, you be the judge of whether this turned out for the best or not.

Let me paint you a quick picture.

Have you ever met one of those guys who always, and I mean always, has women around him? You’re jealous, maybe even disgusted as they feel him up, kiss on him, offer him their treasures. You wonder what the hell he has going for him that you don’t.

I’m that guy. The one who made you wonder.

I didn’t start there.

This particular story started when my wife and I were swinging with other couples. Yep, we were one of “those” couples. Hell, why not? We are both attractive and love sex.

Picture it, the husband looking like Brad Pitt . . . and if you believe that, I’ll sell you the Golden Gate, for the hundredth time it’s been sold. Actually, I’ve been told I resemble Bret Michaels of Poison and Johnny Depp, as odd as that combination may sound.

My wife, she’s this beautiful brunette, usually with longer hair, blue eyes when she’s happy, 5’4” or so, 160 lbs (much of which is muscle). Her breasts are about as big as I’d want on any woman: about 36C these days, 38C when we met. That’s what a few kids will do for you.

Anyway, I got fringe benefits out of the swinging.

“Sure you did! What a male thing to say. You got to have sex with other women!”

Yeah, I knew you’d say that. I admit, that was one of the benefits. But, for those whose minds immediately jumped there, here’s some food for thought. Are you ready for this point?

I got to see other men trying to please my wife. That’s right, I said it. I actually enjoyed that.

“Seriously? How could you enjoy watching another man have sex with your wife? And how could you stand  to watch her enjoy having sex with another man?”

It’s simple.

Every time she was with another man, she would appreciate being with me that much more. Hey, not all men are great lovers, which is a fact I enjoyed very much. See, I’m not such a block head after all.

Sidebar: The woman appreciating the man is a good thing. The man appreciating the woman is also a good thing. In fact, as a man, you should absolutely and completely love every curve, every peak and valley, every sensitive spot on her body. You should treat her mind the same way. This does not mean you should place every woman you meet on a pedestal; quite the contrary. A woman has to earn that kind of admiration. This works in conjunction with you learning how to love women.

When it’s all said and done, women want to be loved, needed, and desired . . . but not when you first meet them. Then it’s just creepy. Of course, you’ll desire them when you first meet, but there is no emotional or logical reason to love or need them immediately. Thus, the dynamic changes from initial meeting to long-term relationship.

Let me add one other detail right here. When my wife and I started dating, she was a virgin. Yes, I took her virginity. So, another caveat about the swinging was that I knew she was curious about how another guy would feel inside her. That’s human nature. I wanted to quench that curiosity.

I know, I know, I can hear it now:

“But weren’t you afraid some other man would be better than you?”

Haha . . . that would be a . . . no.

Let’s just say I know what I can do, and I know what other guys don’t do. Note: I picked “can” and “don’t” specifically. I’ll let you think about that one on your own.

One other thing I need to state up front. Before anyone else says it, I will. I’m the biggest asshole, jerk, and pig you’ll ever know. I’m also passionate, driven, and loving. Though you may not get the impression from this book, my ultimate desire is to share my life with that one special person: that amazing, non-selfish, sexy, loving partner that completes me. Despite looking like a playboy, I’m actually human, even if it seems hidden.

Onward we roll. (That means, next page, come on, you can do it.)




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