The following is an unedited exchange from a chat line. The man, called Darth here, initiated this chat with a previous note which read:

“Hey, I’ve had six lays this month if the one works out tomorrow.”

The recipient I’m calling Lois.

Lois: Do all these women know that you are seeing the other women as well?

Darth: yes, they do, i show them the videos

Lois: you video all of them??

Darth: not all of them, just those that get turned on by watching me with others, and they say they can outfuck and outsuck them, so i let them live up to the challenge

Darth: uploading one now to the web

Lois: Wow!

Darth: it is fun to watch it again and again, to do slow mo on the cumshots, etc

Darth: they want me to cum for them in greater amounts than with the others

Lois: I don’t see how they would get off to watching someone with another person – sort of like looking at a cookbook when you hungry – doesn’t meet the need

Darth: not for you, but i could tell that when we met

Lois: what was the vibe that I gave off that let you know??

Darth: i asked the newest one thursday nite why she let me fuck her so quickly and she said i was so persistent

Darth: something chemical, hard to explain

Lois: hmmmm – live and learn I guess

Darth: and learning is sooooooo fun

Lois: but don’t you every wonder if that is all that there is? no real relationship other than physical?

Darth: it is a numbers game, approximately two out of ten will fuck within the first two or three dates, and one of those wants to be videoed

Lois: Physical is easy – the other not so easy.

Darth: who cares? i am after as much pussy as i can get

Lois: DAMN! that is a fair amount of women.

Lois: Internet dating must be a goldmine for you

Darth: best thing to ever happen

Darth: so glad i am not married

Darth: up to four hundred and counting

Lois: I do believe that a WIFE would have issues with such an approach….

Darth: true

Lois: Well, I am off to do some housework – get ready to go to a concert tonight – nothing close to what your doing I am sure….

Darth: ok

Lois: Have a GOOD DAY

Darth: and a better night!

Lois: Day time – night time – really doesn’t matter when you get down to it does it??

Darth: as long as it scrapes the sides and bounces off the bottom, it is alll good

Lois: Have FUN

Darth: for sure

Reflections from Lois

What alarms me is the lack of soul that is easy to see in not just him – but the women that go along with him knowing how he is. And YES, I do believe that there are women he is with present, past, and future that know.

To limit yourself to just the value of your flesh is nothing less than slavery – unlike from previous years in our country, but still a form of slavery.

Slaves to the lusts and desires that are so self serving, self seeking, and self denial that there is more in this world.

It is as if they have lost their humanity. No longer humans and you can’t even compare them as they did years ago to dogs in the streets copulating – because even a dog will take time to at least sniff the other dog, fight possible for the other dog – at least there is some sort of connection. With internet dating – it is all electronic – no touch, no feel, no emotion – just copulation to fill the need of the moment to move on to the next.

None of that looking in another persons eyes and knowing what they are thinking or about to say.

This is the thing that kills literacy. No need for poems of love or caring – send an e-card – or just drop a note in email.

How many wonderful classics are based upon the seeking, the wonder of finding, the sharing of the emotions that it takes to get to the point of love.

Internet dating blocks all that out and moves right into the physical. The physical without the preparation of the seeking, finding, and sharing will satisfy the flesh for a time – but it is shallow waters compared to the ocean of really taking the time to know and be with another soul.

Internet dating is taking the soul out of relationships and turning it into nothing more than who has the best photo and best line of the moment.

For those that believe in heaven – they must hear the cries and feel the tears of the great writers that have gone on – and hear the death belling tolling for society with a soul and heart beating within.

My plans? I plan to leave heel marks at attempts to die – I may not win at everything. I very well may never find someone to share the life that I have now and in the future with. But I am not going to settle just for flesh and blood in my next relationship – I want a part of the soul to join with mine as well.

Further Thoughts

Have you ever heard the phrase “dumbing down of America”? Well, this sort of thing is similar. It is “taking the soul out of relationships”. Not the phrase that I am looking for – but will do for now.

Looking across the room and taking notice of someone. A smile. Walking over to talk to someone. It doesn’t have to happen in just bars (the WORST place to look for someone). It could be at the grocery store, standing in line at the movies, on your walk in the park, anywhere, even a library. Taking a chance to just speak to another person – watch the body language, see the crinkle around their eyes as they smile, close enough to smell the soap they showered with and still carry the scent of. Actual human contact in such a way that you are at the verge of actually getting to know something about the other person vs. just the physical/visual.

Internet dating has taken all of that away. People really feel that chatting online or a few phone calls to talkup for that wonderful initial experiences that are the things that a good foundation in a relationship must have within it if it is going to last.

Such is what makes for self delusion. A delusion of our own making and design. One that fits the individual perfectly because they themselves have created it.

Are we in reality our own worst enemy to really bringing about not just a positive attitude and change within our life (because we continue to grow till we take our last breath)? Or are we just blind to the reality that every day that we give into the foolishness and acceptance of such as ‘reality’ that we march off no different than during WW2 into the gas chambers/ovens that will turn to cinder any likeness of what we really are and we just become dust – dust thatswept under the rug never to be seen again?

Reality is within the mind and lived within the flesh. We share it with those around us. We breath it in with every breath that we take and express our thoughts and feelings that are a patchwork of things learned, lived, loved, and finally shared to grow even more.

What is “SLICK’S” reality? His penis. That is the ONLY thing that he has feelings for, wants to share with, cares about.