Yes I know these are supposed to be the confessions of real black women but when I saw this confession yesterday I got all excited and I simply had to post it. Don’t worry I’m not going to change the blog to confessions of real black men but guys if you have something you desperately need to get of your slightly hairy, toned and muscular chest, I’d be happy to post it here and of course throw in my “absolutely awesome” opinion also. :-)
But I digress; back to ‘The Quiet Man’. Today’s confession comes all the way from Hamburg, Germany. (Wow I've got readers in Germany, cool). And I was asked to go easy on the Quiet Man in my response as he is still feeling rather delicate and guilt ridden about what he did. Go easy! Hmmm, not sure it’s in me to do that but I will promise to try. So grab yourself a drink and some munchibles, sit yourself down in your favorite chair and get ready for our best confession yet.
The Quiet Man wrote…
Hi Carol, I want to remain anonymous but I know you have to call me something, so call me the quiet man. I was born in the USA, but I was an army brat so I've lived in many different countries. Of all the places I've lived I love Germany the most so when I was grown I decided to return to Germany and I have lived here, married here and raised my kids here. I have two daughters and a son and I love my wife and kids more than anything in the world. But I guess you will not believe that when you hear what I am about to confess too.
Five years ago my daughter and her then boyfriend came to me and told me they had decided to get married. I was totally happy for them both. I could not have asked for a better man to marry my daughter. I was proud to call him my son. As per the usual custom, when my daughter announced her wedding date both my family and my future son-in-laws family decided we should meet and discuss how we were going to help plan the wedding.
Our first meeting was over dinner at our house. My wife went crazy in the kitchen because she wanted to impress our future in-laws. I have never seen my wife so eager to please some total strangers. So our guests arrived exactly on time and I have to say my wife and I were almost speechless when our future son-in-law presented his dad and his step mom. My son-in-laws dad looked around the same age as me, late fifties, but his wife, wow, she looked younger than my daughter and she was HOT!!!
For the very first time in over 30 years of marriage I felt excited by a woman who wasn't my wife. And to be totally honest with you Carol I don’t even know why I reacted to this woman the way I did. Yeah she was gorgeous but she was not the first young attractive woman I had been around, there were plenty of them in my office at work. But from the moment we met there was chemistry between us and I could not get that woman out of my head. Even after they had left my wife joked and said she thought Lana (not her real name) was crushing on me. I laughed it off but secretly it pleased me to think this beautiful woman had a liking for an old guy like me.
Over the next few months we saw a lot of Lana and her husband and Lana soon began calling me daily with some so called wedding related issue. We began talking a lot and after about four months of phone calls, one day she finally came out and told me she was attracted to me. As wrong as it was it felt so good when she told me. I loved my wife but she was not an affectionate woman and if I did not ask her we would not have sex at all, and she always in a rush like she couldn't wait to get it over and done with. I’m not saying it’s my wife’s fault I’m just telling you what it was like back then.
Lana and I continued to call each other daily until one afternoon I was at work and my secretary buzzed me and said there was a lady in the lobby to see me. I was not expecting anyone so I got up to go and see who it was. As it was around lunch time I took my jacket and briefcase with me and I told my secretary I was going to lunch. I could not have been more surprised when I reached the lobby and found Lana sitting there. She asked me if I was free for lunch, which I was and we headed out to the car park. Lana suggested we took her car as she had made reservations for us across town.
We drove for around half an hour before she pulled up outside of a rather exclusive hotel on the outskirts of the city. I wondered what we were doing there but I did not say anything I simply followed her inside. We were passing a seated area in lobby and Lana asked me to wait. I did as I was told and watched as she went to the desk and was handed what looked like a credit card. Lana then returned to me and said to follow her. We headed for a small elevator and went up to the top floor. The doors opened into the most fantastic suit. I traveled a lot with my work and I had stayed in may fancy hotels but nothing nearly as exclusive as the penthouse suit I found myself in that afternoon.
A thousand questions were going through my mind but I knew enough about women to know not to question a woman who obviously has a plan. Lana told me to make myself comfortable and she disappeared off down the hallway. I sat down but I was far from comfortable, my heart was racing and I wondered if I should make a run for it, but just as I was thinking of doing so Lana entered the room with two glasses of wine, handed me one and sat down beside me.
She told me that she really didn't want to waste any more tie. That we both knew we were attracted to one another so there was no reason why we could not have a little private fun and nobody needed to know. At that point I started pacing the room, it was wrong for me to be there and I knew it but yet I could not bring myself to leave.
Lana took my hand and pulled me back to the sofa, she undid my tie, removed my jacket and my shoes and socks. She started kissing me and whispering how much she wanted me. It felt so good to be with a woman who actually wanted me and I guess you can figure out what happened next.
A few hours later Lana was ready to leave; she was in a rush, said she had to meet her husband somewhere. I dressed quickly and we headed for the elevator. Once inside Lana began telling me what a great time she had and she began kissing me passionately. So much so that I did not even notice when we reached the ground floor and the doors opened. However I will always remember the moment I heard someone say “Dad” and I spun around to find myself face to face with my daughter and her fiancé. It was easily the worst moment of my life. I will never forget the hurt, the disappointment, the disgust and the anger I saw in my little girls face. Not to mention how clearly disgusted her fiancé was with me and Lana.
I stood there helplessly as I watched my daughter running away crying with her fiancé right behind her. I turned to Lana and asked her ‘what have we done’? And do you know what she said? “Not we, what you've done”. With that she tossed her weave and calmly walked out of the hotel.
By the time I got home my clothes were in a pile on my front lawn. My son-in-law to be met me halfway down the drive and told me not to even consider trying to go inside. I took up my clothes and went to my brother’s house; he lived alone and had plenty of space, even for an old fool like me. I won’t bore you with the details of what happened in the following months as I’m sure you can imagine. But one thing you would probably not of seen coming was this. During my divorce proceedings it came out that Lana had used me to hurt my daughter.
Apparently Lana and my daughter were exactly the same age and had went to secondary school together, but my daughter did not recognize her because Lana was very overweight in school and had changed her name when she lost the weight in her early twenties. Lana claimed that my daughter verbally abused her all through school and never missed an opportunity to ridicule her. When Lana’s step son introduced her to my daughter and she didn't recognize her, Lana could not let the opportunity for revenge slip by.
You see Lana knew that my daughter and her step son were going to be at that particular hotel at that particular time because they had an appointment with their wedding planner that day. So Lana made sure we were leaving at the time they would be arriving. It was a set up from the moment I met her. I feel like such a fool, I lost my wife, my daughters, my son, my home and for what? A piece of ass!
So there’s my confession, just putting this all down on paper has helped ease my burden of guilt somewhat and I thank you Carol for providing the avenue for me to do so. And I just hope and pray that one day my children will find it in their hearts to forgive me. And if you are wondering what happened to Lana, well like all cats she landed on her feet. Her husband was a wealthy man and she had a pre-nup entitling her to 8 million in case of divorce.
You have a great site Carol and I am sure it will be a huge success.
The Quiet Man.
WELL, WELL, WELL! That was better than an episode of Days of Our Lives :-) HOT! I’m sitting here fanning myself. Quiet Man I tell you what, when you screw-up, you screw-up big time. I have to give you props for the enormity of your screw up. You are a screw-up boss. No; a screw-up King. Naw man, YOU are a screw-up LEGEND and I bow humbly before you in awe of you mighty screwed-up-ness!
I certainly would not wish to cross your Lana either, her idea of revenge is very sick. She helped ruin an entire family just because she got teased at school. Damn! I must just give you props again Quiet Man for having the kahunas to send in this confession. I am sure you are aware that 99.9% of the women that read your confession will call you a dirty whore-ing dog that deserves to be strung up by the testicles and given electric shock treatment.
But not me I would not go so far!
I do get that you were lonely and unsatisfied sexually. And I've been alive long enough to know, that is not a good state for any man to be in as it can only lead to misery for some poor unsuspecting woman. I also get that you are at that age when men start to question their sexual prowess. They begin to wonder if they've still ‘got it’ and many like you will try to find out, much to their peril.
Your wife is also partly to blame for the situation. Now ladies before you start screaming and hollering and throwing expletives at me, let me explain, and I’m gonna put this too ya as simply as I can.
MEN CANNOT SURVIVE WITHOUT SEX!!
So when you play the withholding the p^$$y game, you are not doing yourself any favors, in fact you are setting yourself up for real pain and torment. Am I exonerating the men in saying so? Absolutely not, but fair is fair and right is right. When you married him you did not state for better, for worse, in sickness, in health and with p^$$Y and without p^$$Y. I don’t care if your punnany is dipped in gold; no man is gonna wait too long for it. So don’t play that game ladies, you will lose every time.
But the bulk of blame must lie firmly on your shoulders Quiet Man. You were weak; rather spineless actually, you allowed your nether regions to do your thinking for you, but you can take some consolation in knowing that you are not the first man to do so and you certainly shall not be the last. Oh and by the way, I have not forgotten that you asked me to go easy on you.
THIS IS ME GOING EASY ON YOU!!
You messed up Quiet; and you will have to suffer the consequences of your actions for a very long time. And unlike Michael Douglas in Fatal Attraction you do not get to choke to death the bane of your existence and have wifey gratefully run back into your arms for getting rid of the crazy lady. But you do get time. Time to think, reflect and hopefully one day forgive yourself, and I sincerely hope that you will one day be reunited with your children at the very least. You are fortunate that you waited till after your off-spring became adults to have your mid-life crisis. So hopefully they as adults will be able to find it in their hearts to forgive you one day.
I wish you all the best Quiet Man and I truly hope that you will find peace and perhaps love again. And if you do find another good woman, please please please, treat her right this time.
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