Psycho Marine’s Issues and More Red Flags – Pt. 2

Sexting a psycho
Sexting a psycho

I only saw Psycho Marine a few more times over a few weeks, mostly because of my busy work schedule and our living distance. He became extremely demanding and pissy when I wasn’t able to accommodate him by hanging out every time he’d asked or able to answer his texts immediately (red flag #4). I was seeing these signs but ignoring them, because I knew I wasn’t going to have an actual relationship with him outside of our sexual escapades. But his demands began to wear on me and eventually caused me to distance myself, and I began to find him unattractive.

I like all sorts of sexual positions, but I really enjoy being on top due to the ability to control the depth of the penis, clitoral stimulation, and motion of the ocean. Every time we switched positions and I got on top, Psycho Marine lost his hard on. Combined with his dysfunction, he’d said some things that made me realize he had huge mommy issues. One thing in particular was when he called his own mother a cunt. Red flag #5. He had nothing nice to say about her.

Psycho Marine thought it was a good idea to introduce me to his kid on the second date (red flag #6). Waaayyyyy too early for that! I thought it was terrible parenting.

Over a course of only three weeks and maybe a handful of times hanging out, Psycho Marine became psycho. He didn’t seem to care one bit when I wasn’t feeling well, didn’t even thank me for bringing him homemade soup when he was sick (red flag #7). Psycho Marine rarely smiled and always complained about and blamed everyone else for his failures in life (red flag #8). He didn’t keep jobs for long, and of course that was always someone else’s fault.

Again with his demands and his inability to understand that I was technically not yet a single woman, he needed much more attention than I was able to grant him. His text messages resorted to very childish behavior when I was too exhausted after work to make the 30 min drive to his house, responding with things like “whatever” and other selfish behaviors like deleting me as a Facebook friend when he wouldn’t get his way (red flag #9).

Red flag #10 took some time to realize, because we’d only seen each other a few times. I noticed that we only communicated thru Facebook messenger; I didn’t even have his phone number. I started to take notice that Psycho Marine never seemed to have time for me on weekends, which I considered odd. One of the last times I visited his house was when he confessed he was hanging out with one of his ex-lovers “just as friends” by taking her to a basketball game… on a weekend. I called bullshit on the “just as friends” part.

The very last straw was when Psycho Marine and I were texting and he was demanding a nudie pic. I told him to send one to me first. He wouldn’t. I suggested seeing each other that evening. He made the excuse he was driving to visit his male friend in another city two hours away. I knew it was a bold faced lie, because it was 10 o’clock or so in the evening and what man is going to drive two hours at that time of night to see another man? It was bullshit. I had suspected he’d been seeing someone else behind my back. It was my last message to him, but I basically told him to fuck off, then I blocked HIM before he could do it to me.

Just as I’d suspected, he’d been on Plenty of Fish searching for his next victim. I decided to make up a fake profile just to fuck with him. After the first message, he demanded that I meet with him (he had no idea it was me) and made some other unreasonable demands before I got bored with fucking around and deleted my fake profile.

A few months later, I spied on his Facebook page to see he’d found himself a new relationship. I felt bad for the new woman, because I cannot imagine the crap he put her through. A few more months later, they got married (his third) and only a few months after that a new baby arrived. All I can say is: better her than me!

First Fuck After a Breakup – Psycho Marine – Pt. 1

Checking my wet panties
Checking my wet panties

After a breakup, there’s a lot of sexual tension built up – especially when you end up with someone that has a high sex drive. Shortly after my separation, I created a Facebook profile and began adding people that I hadn’t seen in years. One in particular was a guy that I hadn’t seen since my early 20s, because he’d gone into the Marines and we’d lost touch. He was eager to meet up again, but it was too soon for me emotionally to want to meet up with anyone. Besides, I was still technically married and living under the same roof as my ex. Too many complications for me to indulge in something new, but he was very persistent and didn’t seem to respect my need for space at that time in my life (red flag #1).

I blew him off until a few months later when I saw an article I thought he’d enjoy and messaged it to him. He’d deleted me as his Facebook friend! (Red flag #2.) He thanked me for the article and began asking me out again. I was hesitant, but for whatever reason, there was something about him that I was attracted to. I think there was sexual chemistry even over the internet. By that point, I was ready to “meet for a drink” at a local pub. He looked great (we’re the same age) and the chemistry in person was definitely there.

We decided to go back to his place. When he opened the door, I was taken aback by the odor of stinky dog. He had two dogs he kept caged up (red flag #3) and apparently didn’t spend much time training them. Still, the sexual chemistry was so intense, and that was my reason for being there.

After only a few drinks, he grabbed me and kissed me very passionately. I could feel myself melt and my panties getting soaked. We moved from his patio to inside his house, basically ripping each other’s clothes off and strewing them about the floor. It had been about 20 years, but I remembered now why was attracted to him – he had a huge cock and knew how to use it. We ended up in his guest bedroom fucking so hard the king-sized mattress ended up halfway off the bed, my head almost hitting the floor as he pounded me. He kept mentioning how wet I was and realized the mattress was soaked. I don’t think I’d ever been that wet during a sexual encounter in my entire life.

Mind you, I hadn’t had very much sex during my relationship and had only hooked up a couple of times since separating (nothing too memorable at that point, which is why I’m calling him my first fuck). It was the BEST sex I’d had in years. Even thinking about it now gets me hot and bothered.

But there were other things about this Marine that had red flags written all over. I ended up nicknaming him Psycho Marine to my friends. I will write more about him later…