I’m writing a story about a person that I am teaching to swim. That person made it all the way around the lake yesterday….
And that’s where the story ends.
When I was dating online, I thought that the Internet was and is infested with people who are completely obsessed with themselves alone.
I had read it somewhere, but I wasn’t sure I was going to believe it until, in time, it proved itself to be true.
The story above was being written by three different men that I met, on three different occasions.
That truly is where the story ends.
When asked, and then what, the excuses were………
I haven’t decided which direction I should go next.
It just happened the other day and I haven’t had time to do anything more.
I’m deciding if it should be an artical, rather than a story.
Three men three excuses all about the exact same story.
Next, “I am a novice author. I’m writing a science fiction book.”
When asked, how far into it are you, two different men on two different moments, two chapters.
Five men on five different dates, before the date even begins, “I have something I need to tell you. I have a record. I spent time in jail for an abuse situation that never happened.”
The story is a little longer, but in the end “she took me for everything I had”.
These five men were all responding to a change that I’d made in my dialogue on my dating site.
I had hoped that talking about my feelings about narcissism would discourage anyone who was a narcissist from responding.
Instead it drew out men who were also in my same situation.
I learned that, for men, ending up in a relationship with a narcissist was far more reputationally and financially painful.
We hear you,
deMichelle
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