When I asked him how everything was with him, his countenance took a worrisome look and his tone a regretful reflection.
“I’m addicted to online chat lines and internet dating,” he began. “I’m meeting new women every week and I’m almost out of control.
I’m constantly lying. I’m spending money I can’t afford and having meaningless sex with anyone who’ll have me. I also realise that I’m taking advantage of some very lonely and vulnerable women, and I hate that.
But picking up new girls is such an ego boost. I’ve never known anything like it. Suddenly I’m Mr Desirable. I’m Superman.
I’ve reinvented myself. These women think that I’m successful, savvy and rich. I can say anything to anyone and no one knows the truth.
Most weeks I manage to have sex with someone new. Some of them fall in love with me and beg me to see them again. I’ve been given watches, clothes and cash simply to hang around. One widow even offered me a new car if I promised only to date her.
When I was a teenager, if anyone had told me that I could pick and choose my women, then I would have told them they were mad. But that’s exactly what I’m doing now and I hate myself for it because I feel dirty afterwards but lack the will to resist the temptation of these women. God, what am I gonna do?
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