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Aug

me My parents were divorced when I was young, I got shuffled back and forth between Mom and Dad. When with at Moms, I was raised by my three sisters. I should say two sisters, my third sister wasn’t there much.

When I was living at my Mom’s, she was working three jobs to support us. My Dad didn’t pay child support even though he was wealthy. My Mom didn’t want anything from him either, so she never asked for help. My sisters more or less raised me I guess. I saw them dealing with boyfriends, before and after dates. They were 10-15 years older than me, so I got an early education on women… by watching and listening. They’d come home from dates and rant about how bad so and so was or how he didn’t open her door or …. ……  ….. whatever. They sort of trained me I guess.

Don’t get me wrong, I’m a normal guy. I just started off with a little more training than the typical guy does. I still make the same mistakes guys make, you know… trying to fix a girl’s problems when she is ranting rather than just listening because that’s all she really wants. She’s more than smart enough to solve her problems, she just needs an ear. I know this, I have known this for some time. Yet time after time… male instinct to fix shit kicks in. Sometimes I catch it in time and I can listen and be a great listener, but often… sigh… I clue in too late. Ah well, I’m trying at least.

I was getting into my teen years, I got shipped off to Dad’s and that was that. I was a young teen boy and unmanageable. You know the story, wild in school, won’t listen to authority figures etc. Same as most teen boys, right? My Dad was in the military long before I came along. Marines for 17 years. Semper Fidelis, bitches.

This made life difficult. He was a drill sergeant in the core, he did two tours of duty in Vietnam as well. Dad was a hard ass and then some. No room for second place. Anything worth doing, is worth doing right. There’s a place for everything and everything in it’s place. Trust me, I heard them all growing up.

My Dad had a side hobby… photography. He was a professional photographer and he insisted I take courses in photography as well so by the age of 18, I had a degree in photography. Scary, I know. Like I said, dude was a hard ass… if he wanted something done, the shit got done or there was hell to pay.

I remember coming home from school one day, I was like.. 14 or something. I heard a laugh from the basement. umm… I thought I was home alone? I go downstairs to find a hot blond, naked, standing in the basement. umm… Dear Penthouse Forum, I never thought this could happen to me.

My Dad had a girl over and he was taking photos if her. Nude photos. I had been snakin’ my Dad’s playboy collection for awhile now and I had my own porn stash as well. Dur, what teen boy doesn’t? but… to see a REAL LIVE HOT BLOND naked in my basement…. well fuck me, Merry Christmas to me.

My Dad quickly yelled at me to go upstairs of course. Fucker. Point being… I learned something important that day. Those girls in the magazines… *somebody* has to photograph them. Why can’t that someone be me? I was already ‘good’ with girls. I knew how to talk to them already thanks to my sisters. I knew how to compliment them. I knew what to notice and where to look. I was already ahead of the other boys because of the cliff notes my sisters had installed in me.

Is that a new hair cut? Are those new shoes? I love that color on you, it really brings out your eyes. etc etc etc. This was going to be easy. How can I do this though for a living? I already had grown up wanting to be Hefner, maybe I could make this actually take place. (no Joke, when i was 5, I was asked what I wanted to be when I grow up. My Dad had taught me about Hugh Hefner, founder of Playboy and when asked… I would answer, I want to be Hefner.” True story.)

MY sisters had created a monster. muhahahaha

This post is getting long… so I’ll catch up on this later. Sound good?

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Posted by eltardo on August 15, 2008 | Posted in me |