There’s a guy I know mainly due to the fact that we have some mutual friends and business acquaintances. Let’s call him Tracy as that’s a good androgynous name and close enough to his real androgynous name. He’s a few years older than I am and currently in his early 40’s. He’s never been married and has had few girlfriends…until now. Last night I happened to have a conversation with one of his co-workers (who happens to be a liberal feminist) about the latest events in his life. Before I get to that I’ll provide a little background.
Tracy is the youngest of three siblings. His two older sisters married alphas. One a greater natural alpha, the other a lesser alpha. Both are extremely successful and own their own businesses. Both are worth several 10’s of millions of dollars. The greater natural has to my knowledge had affairs and his wife is aware of some of them. Tracy has had moderate business success and is a lower executive of a company traded on the NYSE. Because of who his brothers-in-law are he feels to a certain extent that he’s a failure and compares himself to them.
The first time I actually met Tracy was at a party thrown by Elise, the trixie I introduced some weeks ago. Tracy was smitten. He had eyes for no other woman and put Elise so far up on a pedestal as to make her his unattainable bitch-goddess. Elise, being a trixie, used Tracy without mercy. He was constantly showering her with gifts: Flowers, wine, jewelry (which she wouldn’t accept). She’d complain about something, say the grips on her golf clubs. Next thing you’d know he was having her clubs regripped for her.
Tracy once confided in another woman who also knew Elise, of his love for Elise and asked this women if she thought he had a chance with Elise. He was told to forget about his feelings as it would never happen. Then this woman proceeded to tell me and others of Tracy’s pathetic behavior (in full confidence that we should never tell anyone else of course. If you want to keep a secret, never tell a woman) laughing at Tracy’s audacity to think he could have a committed relationship with a woman so far out of his league. The other women being told this story nodded in sympathy with Elise and labeled Tracy as ‘pathetic.’ A massive DLV. Tracy was at Elise’s wedding and spent an exorbitant amount on a gift.
So Tracy continued to remain single and continued to sacrifice himself on the alter of whatever bitch-goddess he was currently worshiping. He bought himself a nice old house and occupied his time fixing it up so that one day he could bring some future bride home to it. Tracy continued to search for a woman that would love and fulfill him in all the ways he was raised to believe. Eventually, he found…well (I am nonplussed).
Tracy found an All American woman. Those who’ve been following this blog and others in the Roissysphere know exactly what I mean by that. I’m sure some of you are even recalling what that has meant to and for you in your lives. I have yet to hear this gal’s name. I could make one up, but I think I’ll call her generic brand woman, GBW for short.
GBW and Tracy met in college. They’ve been friends some 20 plus years. Her time in college was more at the beginning of the hook-up culture we see today on college campuses. HIV/AIDS was still a new thing back then and safe-sex seminars were all the rage. I can only assume she road the carousel of cock based on her current actions. I have no real proof. She’s been married and divorced. Took her first husband to the cleaners. No children. Tracy had stayed in touch with her after college and was there to ‘help’ her through her divorce (which she chose).
They started a long distance relationship and Tracy let everyone know they were ‘dating.’ She lives a two hour plane ride south of the big city where Tracy currently resides. When the economic downturn hit her particular locale hard, she lost her job. Tracy paid her bills for her.
She was supposed to move in to Tracy’s home here several months ago, but things keep coming up. First she got a new job. Once her training was complete she could move since her job allowed her to work remotely. Then she caught the swine flu. That knocked her out for a month. Tracy rushed to her side. Then she was packing her stuff up and she got a respiratory infection that was bad enough to send her back into the hospital where she also had her kidneys shut down. She almost died. Tracy rushed back down to be at her side. He spent several days while she was in the hospital disinfecting her house and packing up the remainder of her stuff.
When I asked his co-worker if Tracy’s girlfriend had finally moved up to his house she laughed. Her comment was there always seemed to be a reason she couldn’t move. The current excuse is that she needs some kind of orthopedic surgery. Tracy doesn’t complain. I made a comment about the whole thing being a train wreck in slow motion. You know the disaster is coming and yet you’re unable to stop it. Your mind seems to see every detail even as you try to comprehend the whole spectacle of it all. I said, ‘desperation is an attraction killer.’ Tracy’s co-worker agreed with me. Nothing good will come of this.
