She got busy at work Monday but held fast to her decision to be done with all men. She was resolved and no longer had the sound of a “jumper.” I wished her a good life and deleted her from my match.com account. You’d think she might get a general sour attitude from her dealing with sick people, but should generally be in better control of their own emotions. Knowledge is power right?
She pushed her way into the front of the line with me through her emails. I reminded her of this and asked her if she was responsible for all the men she had some emotional bond with. NOPE, it was all my fault. I tried the tact that our spouses had done this to us so we were both on the receiving end, which meant I was not the enemy. NOPE, that wasn’t it. I just wanted to use her as a vessel. So I asked her if maybe it was not natural for a viral man that hasn’t touched a woman in over a year to want sex after satisfying your emotional needs by spooning with her all night. NOPE, she is a beautiful (not) woman and needs to be treated with respect. All men are pigs, she thought I was different.
Last ditch effort to keep her from hurting herself: I told her I’m really not very big, how much could it hurt you anyway? Nothing. Come on. Waste a good self-degrading line like that and get no mileage. She actually was fine with everything when we went to bed. She came to some different conclusions in the morning.
On Match.com apparently talking about sex is taboo. About half the women say they want to become friends first, then if something more develops later then it will happen at its own pace. Sounds lovely but it’s actually counter-productive. On my first dates it’s some activity where you can interact and observe each other. Each drives their own car. No matter what, both parties go home alone. If the Lust meter is off the scale, it may fizzle overnight.
Second and third dates, anything goes. For the males that use the blood that is reddish in color, a strong sexual component is a requirement. If it is a low priority for her and a high priority for him, he will face a lifetime of unsatisfied needs and cold showers. This family unit will suffer and ultimately fail. He will suffer guilt and she cannot comprehend why he acts out like he does. He needs to overcome his immediate need and walk away.
FYI- I’m putting a lot of detail here because I wanted to start capturing these types of writings or details. Go look at Posterous.com. All you have to do is send an email to post@posterous.com and it captures the email in the form of a blog.
UPDATE: I started writing this several days ago and kept getting side tracked. Apparently Psycho lady recovered as she’s back on the sight. I had been off for several days as well. Anyway, last night I met a lady amd we just hit it off really well. She is 51, looks nice, nice build, and seems to have plenty of energy left. Also she has good friends. So we were talking on IM and I was laying on the charm. Then tapered it off and we had some good discussions. But I think I really screwed up. In my haste to sell myself to her I didn’t realize that her “witty comebacks to throw me off guard” was actually her not being able to pick what I was saying, much less the underlying double meanings or slick references to sex or relationships. I’m not going to date a woman for long if she doesn’t have the intelligence to have meaningful conversations. This will not end well for her and it’s my fault.
Okay, I really hesitate to go into this because its rather personal and certainly interesting clinically. I don’t mind talking about it so much as it may be uncomfortable to hear. You know I have no designs on you, you’ve got a great family and you’re a long ways away. So I’ll just plunge in. I had taken Human Sexuality and Human Sensuality classes in college because I’ve always been fascinated by how it all works and seemed to have a knack for he act itself, though meeting and talking to chicks were scary as heck. Met a girl graduation night that ended up living with me for about 8 months. I’ll try not be explicit. But things were so far above anything I or she had ever experienced before. We were completely absolved of any negative energy, no inhibitions whatsoever. I realized that completely removing any inhibitions was the reason for the intensities. I found that I could actually see in my mind a small area smaller than a dime that represented all 8,000 clitoral or up to 12,000 total vaginal area nerve cells. So when I used manual stimulation on her I could play her like an instrument up and a little tease bringing her back off that high, then back up. The body has a natural rhythm so I could bring her to a peak coinciding with her bodies alternating tensioning and relaxing. The result was very intense pleasure. When I got good at this, something unexpected happened. I would have multiple mini-pleasures with reduced ejaculate volumes coinciding with hers. And this would happen even if I was not touched the whole time. Apparently, this focal point I had built to represent her nerve endings, also represented mine as well. Like I said, kind of personal, but pretty cool stuff right?
We had to split after she started having fights with my mom, my dad, my sister, and then started showing up at work. It was not pretty. The technique is actually a form of biofeedback. For me the focal point was a small point that used light to show intensity and I knew there were all these wires(nerves) coming up to it even though you could’nt see the wires. I think Sherrie saw like a small ball. In the training of it you would use whatever easily popped into your head. If it showed up, go with that.
So in the six years or so following Sherrie, I had come to be with another 53 ladies. And it seemed I always went for the broken ones. I tried to talk to friends about it, but their response was whatever I was doing it must not be working because I always ended up with the ugly ones. It proved difficult to teach . Many women couldn’t achieve orgasm. They enjoyed it but it was a big O no. And you couldn’t just say hey I can fix you, I didn’t think so anyway. So I just went as long as it took and used encouragement, letting them open up and talk about these childhood traumas, and just did the normal relaxing techniques available to anyone. And I kept touching on the focus technique. I don’t remember ever failing. And many of these women became dynamos. A few learned the technique very well and I think took it for granted that all women knew this stuff. Of course, maybe more than half did not have any problem to be fixed and I would use the focus technique on them increasing their pleasures beyond what they had experienced before.
Please don’t think I’m bragging. There was a downfall to all this. Almost every woman I dated there was a nasty breakup. I never tried to mislead anyone. But I was young and for the most part an emotional retard. I’d get scared when they talked to their mom about me, started moving in clothes, or stayed affectionate and cloudy eyed all the time. I didn’t see my lifelong mate in any of these. So I went through a lot of nasty breakups. I’d see them in the clubs pointing at me and I’d leave and go elsewhere. One red head married a cop a couple months after we broke up. About a year later she grabbed my arm and pulled me to a table. It didn’t take long. She said she drove her van and would I go with her to her van for just one more. Her husband shoots people for a living. It was an emotional roller coaster ride. Finally, I didn’t have it in me to break up with an especially vulnerable woman. I wasn’t real nice for a while, but she wouldn’t leave. Then she went off her pills and got pregnant. So I told her Thank God, now I can propose to you and we can get married like I have been wanting to do ever since I first met you.
She died in January after 2 years of courting and 27 years of marriage. The sex between us got better and stronger every year we were married. So that’s how I got to where I am today. I came to appreciate her strength of character and resolve. YADAYADAYADA. I gave her a good life. She kept us on the edge of bankruptcy from day one. The latest model car in my driveway is 9 years old. So lucky me I’ve been paroled.
Back to the story. Second woman I date in 29 years goes psycho on me. A pretty nasty breakup considering we only had one date and did not have sex. And now I’ve built up this new victim to crash hard as well. I hope she was just tired or something. If it doesn’t sound right when we speak again, maybe I can show up with some really stupf=d clothes or something. Break her bubble that way. What do you think?
You had asked me some questions I don’t think I answered. And I think my logic in the first 3-4 paragraphs was screwed up. But I’m too tired to fix them.
But you gotta tell me, Is that some wild stuff or what??? Oh, a couple more tidbits. On the X-rated site a daughter set up a site for her mom and explained that mom had a bad breakup two years ago so she was going to help her mom (get laid?). So I see this story where they were not up to the task of getting past this pain, and having the daughter helping I wanted to help mom build her ego up and rise above all that stuff. So I write 4-1/2typed pages of her manual for getting over and past all this crap. If she would trust in me and read and follow this outlandish procedure I know it would work. It was a piece of work. So I contact this mom who’s daughter had actually contacted me trying to get a date. I send her a short note asking for permission to give her the whole document. THE MOM DIDN’T KNOW HOW TO READ…… Is that funny or what. I worked straight through on this and spent about ten hours writing it, and the mom cannot read and write.
That probably outdoes my second goof. There was a little discussion going on so I throw in my two cents worth that I think my focus technique could be used to train a woman to have vaginal orgasms, or orgasms during intercourse. I started thinking I needed to go ahead and put all that knowledge onto paper. One lady emailed me and asked if I could actually teach that. So I decided I would go ahead and put it on paper. So I just start writing. The email form from the site was open so that’s where I wrote it. Ten hours later I stop, done. I thought I recounted some very funny details too. I thought it would read we.. Every time I filled up an email I would just save it and start a new one. I estimated it was 5-7 typed pages in length. I saved the last email and looked up. There were only two emails there. Called technical support, (what’s your password “blueballs247”, Really, hahahaha) There was a glitch in the program. It was all gone.
So which was the more serious goof #1, or #2. At least it was 7 am. I had a full day ahead of me. I think I will send this to you right now, before it is lost or something. Enjoy, I hope.
Tom
From: Whitney Fessler [mailto:birdwyn@gmail.com]
Sent: Wednesday, February 06, 2013 11:18 AM
To: tom white
Subject: Re: You look Happy...
What a wild story! I've always been a sucker for a good story and I'm glad that you shared it with me. You'd be amazed at the stories I hear as an acupuncturist. Have you ever read any Carl Haissen books? If not, they're always an entertaining read and remind me of some of the things I hear. My favorite part of your story is your date with the psychiatrist. Sounds like she needs to see a therapist! So how did it end up? Have you heard from her since?
Very exciting about your project at Oxy. It sounds like it's about time you had a break, and I'm very sorry to hear about your wife and son. Do your daughters and grandkids live near you? I'm not sure if I told you, but I had a baby girl February 15th, which makes her nearly a year old already. That sure changes life. She's a strong-willed comedian, so she keeps things interesting all the time & I wouldn't trade it for anything.
I would love to keep up with your adventures - both with work and with match.com. Take care of yourself and most importantly, have a good time!
On Feb 5, 2013, at 7:40 PM, tom white wrote:
Contract work for 19 months for Oxy in Permian Basin getting to do all their single "one-off" wells and any well that is out of the norm. Actually did an Intercept well and became Oxy's Intercept expert in the Permian. Authored through the second draft of the DRILLERS INTERCEPT MANUAL which has about 50 pages. There is nothing else like it on the market. Need to finish it for Oxy, then re-write it for publication as either an SPE paper or figure out some other way to sell it. RRC now requires operators to Intercept to P&A junked holes instead of doing sub-standard plugging. Publication would allow me to set up shop at premium rates and sell subcontractors time as well.
For some reason, everything I did at Oxy turned to gold. Found huge savings on most wells I drilled, had a third of the problems anyone else had, and the really tricky wells I designed ran like Swiss clocks. I'm not that good of a drilling engineer. I think I just out worked everybody.
Took off December to take care of my wife of 27 years. She died Jan. 10th after a 3-1/2 year battle with breast cancer. Lost a son over 5 years ago which probably sparked her breast cancer. I have a 31 yo and 26 yo daughters and 5 grand kids. I was not the grieving widower very long. My wife was one of God's special people to be protected at all costs, and I did, for about 20 years longer than I really should have. She had a problem with money. Long story short, after 30 years and several $xMM income, I have $60k in IRA's and a nine yo vehicle, and a motor home.
You ask if I've been busy and I lay all this on you. Sorry. I'm through grieving for my wife, but not through grieving for my losses. A funny story, at least I hope you see some humor in it. Last Thursday I had my first date with a lady I thought was a medical doctor. Turns out she's a Psychiatrist. How did I possibly set up a date with the one person who could see through any smoke screens I put up, right? She asks pointed questions and pulls all this out of me. She puts names to everything, tells me the hell I've been living through, explains motivations, etcetera. Really late at night so she stays here with me, no hanky panky of course. The next morning she starts telling me how almost the exact same thing happened to her. She starts going psycho nuts about how I took advantage of her without full disclosure and started ranting like she was testifying in court. Later on the phone she tells me she sworn off all men. Throughout all this I feel like I'm talking her off the ledge. I keep texting her every few hours until she calmed down.
So welcome to your new life Tommyboy. Tell me, do you think the last three paragraphs tell an interesting story about humans, or do I embarrass myself by telling so much personal info to someone that I've actually never met? If you believe God has a plan, you must also know he's got a strong sense of humor. I figured the unnaturally long list of super successes at Oxy was a bone God gave me for taking care of my wife until he was ready for her. A guy calls out of the blue asking if I would commit to putting together an Arkansas presence for them in exchange for my usual daily fee plus a five figure sign on bonus (or a piece of the action). My prospects actually look really strong for someone who doesn't even have a job.
And how in the world did I draw a psycho Psychi as my second date in 29 years. The dude's got a sense of humor. I did talk to my baby sister about most of this. And can't forget about my shrink time. I didn't decide to send all this to you. It just unfolded on paper as I work my way through it one more time. It felt good to put it on paper and feels really good knowing another intelligent human being is going to know just a little of what I went through.
So, to answer your question, I've stayed really busy since we spoke last. Take care.
Thanks....
Tom White
Psycho Basher
P.S. Looking through this I don't see anything that is not true or even exaggerated. But you might wonder how the Psycho Psychi came to be my date. From
Match.com I had a number of prospects to ask out. One lady who seemed to be a doctor from her profile and seemed very intelligent and fun sent me maybe 3 emails that served to push her up in the list. She had a lot of confidence and it was much easier for me to pick her than going down a list of prospects that had no skin in the game. So Tom meets psycho Psychi. The five hours we talked was fascinating to me even though she was a poor listener.
From: Whitney Fessler via LinkedIn <member@linkedin.com>
To: "Tom White, PMP, B.S.- Petroleum Engineering" <tompetrol@yahoo.com>
Sent: Tue, February 5, 2013 5:38:38 PM
Subject: RE: You look Happy...
LinkedInWhitney Fessler has sent you a message. Date: 2/05/2013 Subject: RE: You look Happy... Hi Tom. Good to hear from you. Yes, I started acupuncture school in 2008 - it's a 4-year program, but knowing how the oil/gas field works, I thought having a backup plan might be a good idea. Now, I have my own acupuncture clinic & it's been really successful. I'm always up for regulatory side jobs, though! I hope you are well, too. Have you been staying busy? Whitney On 02/05/13 8:19 AM, Tom White, PMP, B.S.- Petroleum Engineering wrote: -------------------- So now you get paid to stick needles in people. That is so cool. I saw Acupuncturist in my network so I had to find out who it was. Hope life is going as well as you look, because it looks like life agrees with you very well. No need to respond. Just wanted to say hi. Tom View/reply to this message | This email was intended for Tom White, PMP, B.S.- Petroleum Engineering (Drilling Consultant at Oxy). Learn why we included this. © 2013, LinkedIn Corporation. 2029 Stierlin Ct. Mountain View, CA 94043, USA | |

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