I've ran across this post over a year ago. I thought it was very insightful. Mr. Styles, you think the way I do, brother. I live life to the fullest everyday. I love my Ch*ldren. I adore my wife. I count all the blessings that were given to me and never forget that everything could be taken away at a blink of an eye.
Mongering is way to express that I am a still a man. That I still have vitality. That I can please another woman. Just like "it depends on what the definition of 'is' is", I never felt that I've cheated on my wife. I am the provider of the house. I am the protector of my love one. It comes with the territory of being a man. I just needed a 'healthy' way to express myself. I monger for the thrills. I get an emotional high just thinking that I just risked everything to get a load off. The testorone levels sky-rocket when I ring that bell at a notel where I'm meeting a provider for the first time. Is she legit? Is she undercover? Will I literally be jacked up? Call it a 'runner's high' for mongers. Men DNAs are coded for risky behaviors (how else to you explain the yahoos that jump out of a perfectly fine airplane?) Also, I monger because I women that I'm with will do things to me that my wife would not (and frankly, I don't think she should have too). Our sex life is just fine, and I don't want it sully by thoughts that my wife it capable of such acts. I am merely subsidizing my sex life with activities from the professionals in their field. I never grow attached with these chicas. My wife offers me the emontional connection that these chicas can't hold a candle to.
All that being said, if I'm caught, I know I'm phucked! No way she's buying that lamed ass story of mine
So I took my first CR trip this weekend. I told her I was out for business. Got all my bases covered. No one knew I was going except for a really good buddy who got all my contact info in case something happened. Got the cell to work with ICE. Explained to her that the weird beeping on her end were just the weak signal I got where I was supposely 'woking'. She thought nothing of it, and we chatted constantly during the weekend as if I was still at home. Man, can't to see the cell bill this month at 1.99/minute! Chalked it up to the cost of doing 'business'. Damn birds chirping outside my hotel nearly ruined my cover. Blue jays don't chirp like that in Dallas, do they?
Questions, you mentioned that you told your wife that didn't even have a passport so you got nothing to worry about the Visas stamps. Well, my wife and I both have passports and we travel alot. Right there on page 8 of my passport, on a blanked page, the dumbass Custom guy decided to stamped 'SAN JOSE, COSTA RICA, 24-4-2009' very prominently on the middle of the page! Since we travel alot, I know there will come a time when I will let my guard down and she will flipped through my passport and see this. @#$!, at least the geniuses in Mexico were smart enough to keep on stamping 'Quintero Roo' over and over again at the same spot in all the years we traveled there! So my option now is to play the 'I lost my passport' card and apply for a new one. But if I keep on going down to CR, I will going to have to replace my passport each time. Suggestions?