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    My 42-year-old Unsolved Mystery (long post)

    Back in 1977, I was in my early 20s living in a small town. I was going with a woman, a coworker, seven years older than me. We'll call her Hannah. Before her, I was used to going home and spending every night by myself. With her, maybe I had one, two nights a week for myself and I begin to miss having my personal space. It made me feel like I was losing control over my life. Once we started the sex, it became regular. A few months into knowing her, I told her I'd like to slow down. Well, she didn't like that at all. At all. She broke up with me right then and there. Then, amazingly fast and to the surprise of all of us coworkers, she got a transfer to move back to her home state where she immediately married an old boyfriend whom she always told me was a jerk. We'll call him Jerk.

    Ok, life went on. Work went on. I was being sent to schools, a week at a time, quite frequently, to a Colorado city about 100 miles away and so I always took my car with me. On Fridays they would release us from class early so I'd drive back to my small town and, as always, just in time to meet a couple with whom I was good friends, for Happy Hour at our favorite bar. We'll call them Ron and Paula. This one particular time, in 1978, all during Happy Hour and into the evening, just about every time Paula spoke to me, she'd end it with saying something like, "...now that you have new responsibilities...". I figured she was just playing one of her teasing games about who-the-heck-knows-what, she liked to set you up all for fun and I had no dramas going on in my life, so I ignored her rather than let her win. Eventually, over the course of the evening, she won, and I said, "Why the heck do you keep saying that?" Looking back, I can still see the smirk on her face and the few-seconds pause while she savored the last few moments of my innocence. Then she dropped the bomb.

    "Hannah just had a baby."

    I think the world froze. Hannah hadn't been gone that long, right? I immediately counted backwards from 9 and that placed her with me. I think. I mean, I don't recall when we last did it and I didn't know exactly when her baby was born, but in counting by whole months, either she was in town where I lived or Jerk got her pregnant really damn quick, like right when she got back home.

    So, Paula knew of this. What, were they communicating the entire time? Paula thinks the baby is mine, or why do that to me? Did Hannah make her think so?

    I got home that evening and called Hannah up. I was on the buzz from Happy Hour and was not mean, but was not soft and sweet either. I was focused, for sure. After the hellos, I told her what Paula said to me. Then, strongly:

    "Is he mine?"

    Her: "I DON'T WANT TO HAVE THIS CONVERSATION AS LONG AS YOU'VE BEEN DRINKING!"

    (Pause the story. I now know that what she said is a woman's trick for dodging the question, and a good one, but back then, I fell for it. Today, I would say this:

    "Well, you had no problem fucking me all the times I was drinking! So what is this, steal my sperm and to hell with me?"

    Anyway, returning to the story...)

    I never did get an answer out of her. She was now married to Jerk and this was before DNA and she was a thousand miles away. How could I assert myself to any success? And, importantly, did I really want to? I was not ready to be a father. Didn't she do me a favor by marrying Jerk?

    She had a second son with Jerk but by 1984-85 she had divorced him. I never would have called her up after she left me as I would never interrupt someone else's marriage so, looking back, it was she, not me, who would know she was divorced and it had to have been she, not me, who made the phone call to reconnect us. I was now living in Arizona.

    We started up again. I traveled to see her and her two boys. The older one, Nick, now 7, had brown hair like me, the younger one, Jonah, had blond hair. We fired up a relationship, said all the right things to each other, and she gave me lots of attention, I was riding high. I asked her to marry me. The boys dug me. Jerk gave them little attention, I heard. I would make a home for the four of us.

    I asked her once again, "Is he mine?" This time, she paused, dropped her voice a little, and replied:

    "I don't know."

    I supposed that's the best one could get for the times. What did I know. To condense the next part of this story, our relationship fell apart and I called off the wedding (before any money was committed). I stayed in Arizona and she stayed in the state where she still lives.

    All of these years, the question remained in the back of my mind. All those times that I was with Nick, was I talking to my own son? Will I ever know?

    End of Part I. I'll continue in this thread, posting the next part of this story.
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    Re: My 42-year-old Unsolved Mystery (long post)

    Quote Originally Posted by Unboxxed View Post
    Back in 1977, I was in my early 20s living in a small town. I was going with a woman, a coworker, seven years older than me. We'll call her Hannah. Before her, I was used to going home and spending every night by myself. With her, maybe I had one, two nights a week for myself and I begin to miss having my personal space. It made me feel like I was losing control over my life. Once we started the sex, it became regular. A few months into knowing her, I told her I'd like to slow down. Well, she didn't like that at all. At all. She broke up with me right then and there. Then, amazingly fast and to the surprise of all of us coworkers, she got a transfer to move back to her home state where she immediately married an old boyfriend whom she always told me was a jerk. We'll call him Jerk.

    Ok, life went on. Work went on. I was being sent to schools, a week at a time, quite frequently, to a Colorado city about 100 miles away and so I always took my car with me. On Fridays they would release us from class early so I'd drive back to my small town and, as always, just in time to meet a couple with whom I was good friends, for Happy Hour at our favorite bar. We'll call them Ron and Paula. This one particular time, in 1978, all during Happy Hour and into the evening, just about every time Paula spoke to me, she'd end it with saying something like, "...now that you have new responsibilities...". I figured she was just playing one of her teasing games about who-the-heck-knows-what, she liked to set you up all for fun and I had no dramas going on in my life, so I ignored her rather than let her win. Eventually, over the course of the evening, she won, and I said, "Why the heck do you keep saying that?" Looking back, I can still see the smirk on her face and the few-seconds pause while she savored the last few moments of my innocence. Then she dropped the bomb.

    "Hannah just had a baby."

    I think the world froze. Hannah hadn't been gone that long, right? I immediately counted backwards from 9 and that placed her with me. I think. I mean, I don't recall when we last did it and I didn't know exactly when her baby was born, but in counting by whole months, either she was in town where I lived or Jerk got her pregnant really damn quick, like right when she got back home.

    So, Paula knew of this. What, were they communicating the entire time? Paula thinks the baby is mine, or why do that to me? Did Hannah make her think so?

    I got home that evening and called Hannah up. I was on the buzz from Happy Hour and was not mean, but was not soft and sweet either. I was focused, for sure. After the hellos, I told her what Paula said to me. Then, strongly:

    "Is he mine?"

    Her: "I DON'T WANT TO HAVE THIS CONVERSATION AS LONG AS YOU'VE BEEN DRINKING!"

    (Pause the story. I now know that what she said is a woman's trick for dodging the question, and a good one, but back then, I fell for it. Today, I would say this:

    "Well, you had no problem fucking me all the times I was drinking! So what is this, steal my sperm and to hell with me?"

    Anyway, returning to the story...)

    I never did get an answer out of her. She was now married to Jerk and this was before DNA and she was a thousand miles away. How could I assert myself to any success? And, importantly, did I really want to? I was not ready to be a father. Didn't she do me a favor by marrying Jerk?

    She had a second son with Jerk but by 1984-85 she had divorced him. I never would have called her up after she left me as I would never interrupt someone else's marriage so, looking back, it was she, not me, who would know she was divorced and it had to have been she, not me, who made the phone call to reconnect us. I was now living in Arizona.

    We started up again. I traveled to see her and her two boys. The older one, Nick, now 7, had brown hair like me, the younger one, Jonah, had blond hair. We fired up a relationship, said all the right things to each other, and she gave me lots of attention, I was riding high. I asked her to marry me. The boys dug me. Jerk gave them little attention, I heard. I would make a home for the four of us.

    I asked her once again, "Is he mine?" This time, she paused, dropped her voice a little, and replied:

    "I don't know."

    I supposed that's the best one could get for the times. What did I know. To condense the next part of this story, our relationship fell apart and I called off the wedding (before any money was committed). I stayed in Arizona and she stayed in the state where she still lives.

    All of these years, the question remained in the back of my mind. All those times that I was with Nick, was I talking to my own son? Will I ever know?

    End of Part I. I'll continue in this thread, posting the next part of this story.
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    Re: My 42-year-old Unsolved Mystery (long post)

    Part II.

    I've talked to Hannah by phone every 6-7 years. So glad I did not marry her. So glad. She is one head-strong woman and so very pro-women's rights that, no surprise, she took up with a woman whom she calls her partner. Hannah is a tank, physically, probably always was, but even more so now, think of the album cover of Aquatarkus by Emerson, Lake & Palmer. The woman hates men, I think. She likes to argue and, in my drinking days, I'd take her on and win every time, which is why I think she liked me. Back in the day, get a few beers in me, just two or three, not too many, and I was formidable. I could verbally slice-and-dice you and you wouldn't know it until the blood started flowing after you got home. But, William Munny here has long quit drinking and put his guns away.

    I've also talked to Nick a time or two when he was an adult, always over the phone, the last time was maybe 20 years ago. I never brought up the subject with him, didn't know how to.

    So what changed?

    In a separate story for maybe a separate thread, I discovered my biological father two years after he had passed but also found I had a brother three years younger than me. All due to ancestry.com where, paranoid privacy advocate as I am, I had given in to submit my DNA. In a story with enough twists for soap opera, I finally met two of his three daughters last weekend. In setting up that meet a month ago, I was so stoked about it that I finally decided to assert myself towards my situation about Nick.

    After all of these years, I had no phone numbers, and emails to Hannah all bounced. Searching online got me a few phone numbers for Nick, so I tried the first one, arbitrarily deciding to disallow my Caller ID info from appearing.

    Ring Ring...

    Old man answers with gravelly voice: "Hello?"

    "Uh, yes, I'm calling for Nick (lastname)?"

    Gravelly voice: "Who's THIS?"

    "My name is (first and last, let's say Unboxxed). I was a friend of his mother, Hannah.."

    Fresh younger voice: "Oh, Hi Unboxxed! I disguise my voice for unknown callers! It's me, Nick!"

    "Ah, dodging the bill collectors, huh? LOL."

    We chatted a while then I said:

    "It's not your mother I was seeking. Actually, I wanted to talk to YOU. Did she ever tell you about our breakup in 1977 and the circumstances of your birth?"

    "No, not really." He saw what was coming. "Should I be sitting down for this?"

    "Yes, maybe you should, hehe."

    So, I explained to him all that I knew, what Paula had said. How his mom wouldn't talk to me that night and, years later, said she didn't know. I explained my fears of interrupting his life, of not succeeding in the effort, causing harm for the effort spent, and even maybe driving a wedge between him and his brother if his brother, who adored me, only saw that I was talking about him, Nick. All I could think to say, I said. But, to the point, I had just reached an age milestone and I think I'd like to finally know one way or the other before I die. I told him I've been living with this uncertainty for literally all of his life. He is now 42 years old.

    He sympathized with me. He told me that he always remembered me as a nice man. He said that he thinks he is open to doing the DNA test as his mother wanted him to do it, she was on ancestry.com too and was doing genealogy. He said he wanted to first talk to her. Knowing what a headstrong woman she is (ok, today we call that a CONTROLLING BITCH), I said to him:

    "Gee, I hope she doesn't have veto rights on any decision you would make..."

    "Oh, I'm sure she'll be okay with it. She's been wanting me to submit my DNA for a long time."

    We ended the call on that note. To me, the way he worded that, it didn't sound like she wasn't in charge of him. Oh no, if he turns out to be my son, is he a pussy mama's boy? A 42-year old mama's boy?

    Not knowing exactly when he would contact me next, four days later I got a call.

    Aquatarkus was on the line and she was about to, uh, weigh in.


    End of Part II. Will continue after dinner and watering the yard.
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    Re: My 42-year-old Unsolved Mystery (long post)

    Part III

    Talked to Aquatarkus/Hannah for quite a while on the phone. The first half was her telling me about her trips to Greece and Italy, one month in each place. She went alone. Her partner, 12 years younger, is still employed. Hannah travels a lot. I kinda figure Hannah, at her advanced age, ain't about to wait around for Partner to retire. I figure there is no real relationship there, just utility, with Partner keeping the house up while Hannah is always traveling. Hannah said she didn't worry about the fact that her two boys are estranged from each other, something Nick had told me, saying "They'll get back together when I die."

    (I sensed a lot of lovelessness between the three of them nowadays, and Nick when talking to me did not ever refer to her as Mom, but as Hannah. He also referred to his dad only by his first name, saying Jerk is disinterested any time Nick tries to reach out to him. Years ago, after her divorce, Hannah accepted a dream job 500 miles away in Washington DC and moved there, leaving Jonah, then 16 years old, back home to fend for himself alone in the house she owned. He's lived there alone ever since. Jonah, with his mother ditching him, and with his father Jerk out of the picture and not showing any interest in him ever, today has a severe drinking problem with several DUIs under his belt. So, all I sense going on between her and Partner is utility.)

    We talked about my life and Hannah was a bit insulting, which is normal for her. For instance when I told her I was still driving my 84 Camaro, a fact of which I think is cool, all she said was a condescending, "Figures." (Hey, Fuck You, Aquatarkus.) Did I say I am so glad I never married her?

    The conversation had to get around to the point of Nick, so it did, and Hannah was quick to tell me bluntly that SHE did not like that I had contacted Nick first and not her. I explained that her emails bounced and I wanted to talk to Nick, anyway, never thinking that at 42 years of age he would need permission from his mother to talk to me. She didn't like hearing that, saying it isn't about permission but "I'm his MOTHER!". Yeah, right, coming from the mother who cares not that her boys don't get along. She just wants to be in control and, seems to me, she has been in control of this for too long. I'm getting to the bottom of this paternity, with Nick and without her.

    She did not recall anything she ever said to me in response to my long-ago questions "Is he mine?" and when I told her that her second response was "I don't know" she responded, "That was bullshit." Not that I am bullshitting her, but her saying that to me was bullshit. (I thought to myself, Gee, so how do I know you are not bullshitting me NOW?)

    She told me he is not my son because he looks like Jerk and is closer in height to him than to me. That may be true, I said, but these are just more words. I'm tired of living on words. I need to know for sure and we have this thing called DNA now. She said she left my small town (a full year) before Nick was born, starting work as soon as she came back home. I asked her to dig up paper evidence that she was at work a year before Nick. She replied she can't be bothered with looking for it. (Gee, thanks a lot.) So I told her, well, I'm back to requesting DNA testing. She said Nick won't agree to it and he certainly won't agree to doing it with ancestry.com because he is very privacy-conscious.

    The conversation really sounded like she was wanting to have Nick's conversation with me, as I found myself saying things to her like, "Well, If Nick says that to me, then I'll go from there" or "That's his decision" or "Don't you think that is Nick's decision to make?"

    With that topic pretty much winding down, she indicated she still would like to be friends! (!!!) I happened to mention Covid and quickly it went political. She hates Trump and was quick to let me know. She wanted to argue politics, saying she likes to argue, and I said I did not want to argue. But, I guess what I wanted did not matter as she proceeded anyway and we had a non-consensual conversation. She could not give me examples for her point of view and asked me to give some of mine, so I mentioned how international situations were suffering under Biden, giving supporting details, because the world is not afraid of Biden because he is losing his faculties, and how none of it would be happening if Trump still were president. I was calm and good. Well, she knew nothing about anything I said and tried to disguise her ignorance by getting louder and obnoxious, almost yelling into the phone that "There are so many things more important!" Trump Derangement Syndrome.

    Me: "So, you couldn't give examples of things more important and, when you asked me for my examples, you shoot me down."

    Her: "I gotta go."

    Me: "You are convinced about Nick. I need to get me convinced. You say you want to be friends. Then be my friend and help me through this."

    Her: "Bye."

    You'd think after many years of not talking with her, the phone call would end with chirpy comments like, "Wow, so nice to hear from you again." or "Glad you're doing well." Nope. She found she wasn't getting satisfaction over me so she decided she is done with me and she ran away. She had no further use for me.

    I immediately called Paula who did not recall her conversation in the bar from 1978 and could not fathom how she would have had knowledge that Hannah had her baby because she was not in conversation with Hannah after she left town. But, she really doesn't remember anything. I believe Paula is not snowing me today but I told her that telling a guy he could be a father can affect his life, even if joking. Except, Paula knew something, in 1978.


    End of Part III. I'm winding this up, guys, in the next post.
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    Re: My 42-year-old Unsolved Mystery (long post)

    Part IV.

    A week later, Nick called me. I gave him the rundown on how Hannah tried to speak for him. He said, "Believe me, she does NOT tell me what to do on anything." Nice to hear that.

    To his credit, he emphasized that he really understood how it must have been for me to have wondered all of these years about this. He was very empathetic. That's twice he did that. He said he would do the DNA test with ancestry.com (Ha, take THAT, Aquatarkus!).

    I gave him a very heartfelt, "Thank you." Twice.

    I told him, if we find we are not related, then perhaps we will just have to look at it that our lives crossed paths many years ago and we each walked away with nice memories of the other. But if I am his father, then I would ask him if he would want me in his life. That's what I told him.

    That was several weeks ago. Today he emailed me saying they have received his test for processing. They earlier told me it takes 6-8 weeks after receipt before results are known. Perhaps by the end of this summer.

    He says he looks very much like a younger Jerk. Other circumstantial evidence suggests Nick is not mine. But, after 42 years, I'd like to know what DNA says, to solve this life-long mystery for me.

    I'll post Part V when results are in.


    From a MGTOW point of view, if it is actually true that Hannah had left me a full year before Nick was born, as she now says, then why didn't she say that to me 42 years ago and be done with me? Why did she avoid answering me in 1978 if she had such an obvious fact at her command? Was she trying to keep me interested as a Plan B in case it didn't work out with her and Jerk? After she divorced him, it was she who contacted me, not the other way around! I didn't see it as me being her Plan B. Never occurred to me. That's what being young and dumb can bring you. I bet there was no 12-month interval and that she really didn't know who the father was. Secondly, if it really had been a full year, don't you think I would have realized that when I counted backwards from 9? There would have been no wondering about it. Stuff doesn't add up. I am so glad I called off the wedding. Plan B failed!
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    Re: My 42-year-old Unsolved Mystery (long post)

    First let me say thanks Unboxxed for relating such a personal part of your life.

    Because it is so personal it is difficult to comment without risking offense and that’s the last thing I would want to do.

    With this in mind, I would like to make an observation linked to my own story:

    My partner at the time (1980’s) had an abortion. In latter years I came to believe that the reason for this was because she didn’t know who the father was. I have reason to believe that she was playing the field around that time.

    No surprise there I suppose, but I didn’t see it until it was too late.

    My point is that I believe she wanted to hide this fact and her way of doing this was to have an abortion – destroy any evidence!

    Maybe, just maybe, your Hanna (Aquatarkus) was doing the same thing in a different way. Trying to hide the evidence by moving away. She didn’t know and because of this didn’t want questions being asked.

    Many women will try to entrap men in to paying child support costs etc., but back in the 70’s (and in my case the 80’s) there was a much larger social stigma attached that MAYBE she didn’t want to face so she went back to Jerk – Rope-A-Dope.

    Seems like even Jerk finally figured her out.

    If, and that’s a BIG if, that’s the case then she’s probably of the same mind-set now that she was then. She thought it was all done and dusted and suddenly her past behaviour is now coming in to question once again.

    She doesn’t want to lose control after all these years; hence the “SHE did not like that I had contacted Nick first and not her.”

    Does this make any sense?

    Anyway, over 40 years is way, WAY too long to have such questions running through your head. I sincerely hope they get answered soon.

    I do have one question though. Doing things through Ancestry.com? Is there not a more direct / private method?

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    Re: My 42-year-old Unsolved Mystery (long post)

    Hi Jackoff,

    I told Nick that I had been carrying a theory that Hannah had her strong reaction to my request to slow down the relationship because she already knew or suspected she was pregnant by that time, recognized I was immature or that telling me she was pregnant would not draw closer a fellow who had just stated that he wanted space, and so, seeing the handwriting on the wall, she had to quickly swing into a drastic alternate plan, getting a sudden hardship job transfer with our employer, yes to get away from me and our coworkers to save face but to also hide the baby from me to avoid possible consequences from me when the pregnancy became obvious, and then quickly marry Jerk to legitimize the birth. That's what I told him.

    On our call the other day, Aquatarkus told me that Jerk actually flew out to our small town to drive her and her car back home to where he lived. She even went so far as to say that no doubt they stayed in a motel along the way and likely had sex. Oh, I'm sure they exactly did, and it fits my theory that she needed to have sex with him as soon as possible. Otherwise, when she had the baby, he would count backwards from 9 and say, "Hey, I didn't have sex with you until later!"

    She now says that our employer would grant hardship transfers easily back then, accepting just about any excuse. I'm not sure that's true or everybody would have been doing it, and I failed to ask her why did she need to even file for a hardship transfer at all. Perhaps even back then she knew how to bullshit the system. That would be the Aquatarkus I know. Still, why so sudden. It would take our supervisor's awareness/signature on the paperwork. I always figured our supervisor, female, knew what was going on. This was the 70s and I can see how the women in the transfer bureau would also go along to make it happen. Women did form alliances over this stuff.

    I never asked her the circumstances of her divorce from Jerk because I never figured their marriage as a loving relationship but just as part of her cover story for Nick's birth.

    If I am not the father, and if she really did get pregnant after she left town with him, then my theory never had any truth to it. Here's a fallback theory, then:

    She said the other day that, back in the 70s, it was the carefree thing to do for young people at our company in her big city to take interstate job transfers to anywhere. For fun and adventure. I didn't see that going on in my small town, but ok. She transferred to my state, my small town, a thousand miles away, along with her (platonic) girlfriend, choosing my small town arbitrarily on a whim, no prior knowledge of it. After arriving, her girlfriend, who also worked in our office and whom I also knew, got married and, sadly, was killed in a rural train collision. Perhaps, upon breaking up with me, she figured nothing about being there was working out and wanted to get the fuck out of Dodge, as they say.

    Although, I have never known our company transfer forms to have a box to tick for "I really need this transfer because I have no other reason than I am unhappy in my current job."

    And yes, she would have figured I am a closed subject, never a controversy, but here I am today, resurfacing with some claim that she dismisses.

    Yet, whatever did happen, forever in this story will be her "I don't know". And there will always be Paula who knew something and teased me with it, because she may have believed it.

    There is a private way to confirm paternity, yes, but I think it's more involved and costly, as they do it in such a way to hold up in a court of law with chain-of-custody involved for the DNA samples. Ancestry.com is useful for a genealogical perspective but not a legal perspective and I told Nick I don't need a legal determination. My experience with the DNA matching with my newly-found younger brother taught me a lot about what I can expect from ancestry.com and that's good enough. Both Hannah and I are already on ancestry.com, me for my own separate search for my father, and she had been wanted Nick to do it but he held off, only agreeing to do it for my sake. He and I briefly discussed the private method and, if he had not agreed to do it with ancestry.com, I'm sure we would have continued that discussion.
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    Re: My 42-year-old Unsolved Mystery (long post)

    Wow, what a cunt!

    She strung you along because that's what cunts do! Leave everything up in the air and everyone wondering, keep it that way, add more wherever and whenever possible!

    I can describe her in two words; Head Fuckery, anyone that deals with her gets their heads fucked!

    Your misery index would have topped the charts had you stayed within her sphere of hatred and manipulation!

    I still have my 71 AMX but off the road since 1982 and pristine condition today, that's 2 years before your 84 was manufactured! Cars outlast women by decades and you still have something in the end! <<<A black guy that owned a classic mustang told me that back in the late 80's, I thought he was callous and cold at the time, but damn if he wasn't right! Proves one thing to me, modern women hold their value like tinfoil in a salt mine!
    Marriage, dating, divorce, and breakups, are on the rocky road of female empowerment, a road that goes nowhere else but misery and hardship.

    What if I told you there's another road, a road less traveled, a road straight and narrow, free of bandits, checkpoints, taxes, and tolls?

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    Re: My 42-year-old Unsolved Mystery (long post)

    "Aquatarkus". Man, that's one for the ages!

    Advice for the younger guys: Get "snipped" now, before you find yourself having to go through what Unboxxed did. And get the kind that's impossible to reverse. The guy who did mine told me he does them that way not just because of the irreversibility but also because the chances of spontaneous reconnection are zero. I said yep, that's for me. Then I saved all the subsequent "no sperm seen" paperwork from the lab. Cheap insurance, boys.

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    Re: My 42-year-old Unsolved Mystery (long post)

    Quote Originally Posted by mgtower View Post
    Wow, what a cunt!

    She strung you along because that's what cunts do! Leave everything up in the air and everyone wondering, keep it that way, add more wherever and whenever possible!

    I can describe her in two words; Head Fuckery, anyone that deals with her gets their heads fucked!

    Your misery index would have topped the charts had you stayed within her sphere of hatred and manipulation!

    I still have my 71 AMX but off the road since 1982 and pristine condition today, that's 2 years before your 84 was manufactured! Cars outlast women by decades and you still have something in the end! <<<A black guy that owned a classic mustang told me that back in the late 80's, I thought he was callous and cold at the time, but damn if he wasn't right! Proves one thing to me, modern women hold their value like tinfoil in a salt mine!
    And I'm sure that I'd be divorced by now. Excellent about your 71 AMX.
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    Re: My 42-year-old Unsolved Mystery (long post)

    Quote Originally Posted by Unboxxed View Post
    And I'm sure that I'd be divorced by now. Excellent about your 71 AMX.
    That 401 rumble and roar is music to my ears, it actually tickles! Everything you could ever want in a woman and MORE! She'll suck your nuts back in 1st and 2nd gear!
    Marriage, dating, divorce, and breakups, are on the rocky road of female empowerment, a road that goes nowhere else but misery and hardship.

    What if I told you there's another road, a road less traveled, a road straight and narrow, free of bandits, checkpoints, taxes, and tolls?

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    Crazy story Man


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