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  • I will never leave you – I am a love addict

    This post is part two of a topic that was posted last week.

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    Melissa Killeen

    “I will never leave you.”

    “You are such a brilliant woman.”

    “I want to give you so much love.”

    A woman can give me what I never received. Their arms around me, their caring embrace, the love that I never received because I was an orphan. I will never leave them. They will never leave me. I have an abject fear of abandonment. I think they fear abandonment, too.

    They will support me, just like my sponsor in Germany and I will support them, I will fix their house, attend to the lawn, tune up the car. I will be theirs, forever. I want to be in love with a woman. My mind slips into fantasy as I troll the pages of Linked In and Facebook. I want to have the emotional attachment with a woman, the connection, and the bond. I want that maternal bond.

    I know it is silly to even mention marriage one week into an on-line conversation, but I have to be honest, I really want to marry these women. I want to be attached to them. Eventually, I will have a sexual interlude, over the phone,  but not often. I am not as interested in the sexual acts, it is the fantasy that I am so stimulated by. I like to be under a women’s control, I feel safe. She calls me at all times of the day. We talk for hours. I tell her the things I really want to hear. Texting is my favorite. My texts responses are pre-programmed in my cell.

    “I love you.”

    “Good night my sweetheart, I will dream about you.”

    “When we are together I will never let you go.”

    She sometimes needs convincing that she loves me too, so I weave in my business story into this ritual of seduction. She loves my accent. I tell her all about my worldly adventures and business dealings. That I have just had a great business proposition handed to me. My best friend and business partner pulled out of because he and his wife are divorcing. His lawyer advised him not to make a lot of money right now, because his wife will claim half of it. Seven days after we meet on-line, I send out the pitch, do you want to invest $30K? Can you let me borrow $20K? I mix it up, depending on how much my lover (yes we call each other lover, sweetheart, and dearest by now) can liquidate from her IRA or CD’s.

    Ten days into a relationship I am either rich, or I find a new lover.

    But I am also devastated. Why did she say no? I want to call her every minute of the day. I look at my cell waiting for her text to arrive. I can’t sleep. I think I must try to convince her to come back to me. Sometimes I do. If she comes back to me, I have to ask her for money again. Usually in three days I text her again.

    If I receive money from her, she is elevated to queen status in my life. But often times she has expectations I cannot fulfill. I am her lover, her fantasy and she wants to meet me. She wants us to meet at a four star hotel for a tryst. Maybe spend a week on a cruise ship. I can’t leave my other women, while I cruise the Caribbean. So I have to distance myself. Eventually, I know she will abandon me, they all do. So I abandon her first.

    But it breaks my heart.

    It takes me weeks to recover.

    So I find another.

    I am a love addict.

     

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  • You are all mine – I am a love addict

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    Melissa Killeen

    “You are all mine.”

    “I want to spend the rest of my life with you.”

    “In a few months I will be back and we will meet.”

    I talk like this all of the time. With every woman I meet. And with every woman I meet, I fall in love. I fall in love with the fantasy I make up in my head about them .  .  . and me. I love this energy: meeting women, falling in love, and finding the “one.” This energy happens with every woman I meet, and I meet about five of them a month. Sometimes more.

    I meet them online. I meet them on Facebook or LinkedIn, not dating sites. Eventually we talk on the phone. This is where my master skills of seduction come in, because I coerce women to give me money. I am a scam artist. But really, I am a love addict.

    My name is Phil. I was born in Germany, my parents gave me up for adoption, so I lived in foster homes in the 1950s and 60s. No love in those places. When I was 17, I started living on the streets of Berlin, performing as a street musician and begging for money. Eventually, I was able to attend a German boarding school, which is called gymnasien, thanks to a sponsor. This sponsor was very good to me. He was very wealthy. I was young, handsome and I fit into his fantasy. I gave him sex in exchange for an education. He fit into my fantasy: a savior, a father figure, and a lover. This sponsor helped me to attend the most prestigious university in Berlin for technical knowledge and I graduated with a degree in geological engineering. I was fascinated with the high-risk life in the oil and gas drilling fields. It was just like the high-risk life of living on the streets.

    Eventually I went to England and took my masters in geological engineering and started working with an international gas drilling company. Now I find myself in North Dakota, with the most recent gas drilling boom. I act as a consultant to large gas firms. Or at least that is what I tell my women.

    I focus entirely on them from the point I finish that story. I tell them they are very smart. They usually are. I know that because I am looking at their LinkedIn profile and can repeat everything that is on their resume. I have researched every online presence they may have from Facebook to Pinterest. Before long, I know their address, I have pictures of their house and their kids. The perfect woman for me is an empty nester, high-net-worth executive, self-employed businesswoman, without a significant other. They are lonely for a male to pay attention to them.

    They can see my profile on LinkedIn. It is very impressive, international degrees, prestigious schools, and no way to track. I include photos, after all, I am a hottie. I snag a few photos from an appropriately aged guy’s Facebook page, along with those perfect family shots of my daughter and son. While I am creating a profile, I befriend a few of my woman’s Facebook friends to give me some credibility. I (alas) lost my wife to cancer seven years ago, and I haven’t dated since. I am grieving. My therapist told me I had to get out and meet someone. But I digress, the widow, the photos, the kids, the therapist . . . they are all stories too.

    But one thing that is not a story is that I really love these women. I meet them online, I seduce them in emails and phone conversations and I really fall in love with them. I fantasize that “we” have found each other at a turning point in my life. I hope that “she” is the one. She is the one that I will find who will take me away from all this subterfuge. I can’t believe I could be so lucky to fall into this perfect relationship, for she is perfect and I can abandon this life and fall into her arms. From just a post on a group page of wine lovers, theater enthusiasts or Psychiatrists, I have found the one.

    Phil’s story continues next week on August 6

     

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