I Am A Womaniser — Meet Moist

Inspired by Marilyn Glover

Introduction

Inspired by an article I read today by the incredible Marilyn Glover, I wanted to let you into a part of my life when I became a dad and give an overview of how that developed.

Back in the day, I would consider myself a complete womaniser. At the time, I could choose who I slept with, and the women in my life just accepted it for what it was.

The Womaniser

Wrong, I know, but that was my life; I had a code word if a girl asked me out and said, "can I meet moist" what they were asking was ", can I sleep with you" I don't know how it started but went on for around three to four years.

I had zero standards and did not turn one person down; as you can imagine, wrongly, in my opinion now, I became a cult hero in my area, the men wanted to be me, and the girls wanted to sleep with me.

My basic instinct was that you only live once; I may never get this opportunity again, so let's go for it; what is the worse that can happen? Well, something did happen!

The Event

I was a trainer then and had a string of "fresh meat" (new trainees) every six weeks. In this group, a knowledgeable young lady appeared to fly through the course without getting out of second gear.

Regardless of the topic, she found the work very easy and frequently helped others when she finished, which was always first. Finally, after about a week, we got talking, she must have heard about my reputation because she came out with the famous line.

"Can I meet Moist?" Although tired, I was delighted. It had been a long week 😉 I agreed to meet her on Friday night after work; Moist was in action on Thursday, so she would have to wait.

I followed her home; we just skipped the small talk and the coffee and headed for the bedroom; she did not make it that far; the event started as we walked upstairs; she was a cheeky girl and showed me a bit too much rear as she walked in front of me.

I'm Not Staying the Night

She was gutted when I refused to stay the night; my way of not getting too close to a woman, I did not want to complicate things and distract me from my mission.

I know what you are thinking, but save your abuse for the comments section; there is more to come! I was a terrible person, but if we all understand the rules, it is ok, right? If you can't play the game, then don't join in; that was my motto.

Hard To Accept

The lady in question asked to see Moist again. However, the rule was you get one chance; I know I am a dirty dog; I had seen her body, so I need to move on; remember, don't get attached.

She got upset and said that she thought I liked her; I did, but once was enough for me, she was angry, and I could not understand why at the time (looking back, though, I know why.)

There was one girl who broke Moist at the end, and if you want to read this heartbreaking article, please click here, although you may be less sympathetic now.

Shocked and Put in My Place

Around six months later, I walked past the lady in question with a friend of mine; he commented that she was getting fat; I put him in his place; I do not condone derogatory comments even back then when I was immature.

How she responded shocked me.

“Tell Moist I am carrying his baby”

Wait, what did you say? I questioned, "it's true, you will always be a part of me now; you have no choice."

If I am honest, at that point, I did not believe what she had said; I was in denial; there was no way; it must be a mistake; how could that have happened?

The Realisation

It finally sunk into my tiny brain, and I decided to go and see her; she laughed as she opened the door; she was expecting me and asked me to come inside to talk.

I asked her why she had not informed me earlier; she responded that she feared I would want a termination, and she wanted to keep the baby and thought once the baby was born, she could rekindle the few hours we had spent together.

I was annoyed that she thought I would get rid of a child; I was a knob, not a murderer; there was no way, if I could help it, that she would have an abortion.

I was also annoyed that she thought so poorly of me but did recognise why and from that point of view, she had a fair point; I had to be straight with her; we were never going to be together; however, I did want access to our unborn child.

I Finally Committed

I promised that, if allowed, I would always be in my unborn child's life.

I would support them financially, and my door would always be open for support if needed.

I also promised that regardless of what women were in my life, they would have to accept my child came first, and I would not introduce them to my child unless the relationship were serious.

I have never broken that promise.

I Finally Met My Son

He was four days old when I met my son for the first time; within minutes, I was bathing him and talking to him like I had never spoken to anyone before.

I cried as I apologised for bringing him into the world in such circumstances; I was not ready to be a dad; I was an immature child myself (24 years old at the time). I had no idea what type of dad I would be or how one was supposed to act.

I asked whether I could have him on the weekend; she said no, he was too young but said I could come down and stay with her if I wanted to; I knew that her offer came with a clause but accepted it all the same.

We Slept Together

She rented a one-bedroom flat; after I spent some time with my son and he had fallen asleep in my arms, she suggested that it could be a sleepless night, so we should go to bed.

I had two options sleep on the floor or in her double bed; a conflict of interest, I chose the double bed. She tried to move in, I pushed her away, she tried again, and I told her no.

I woke up feeling funny and realised she had gone under the quilt and in between my legs; I could not believe she was giving me oral sex without permission; however, if I am honest, I did not struggle at that point let her carry on.

We Needed To Talk

I knew this type of weekend could not carry on; I had to talk like an adult and agree on how we would bring up our son as separate parents. I was not expecting her response.

She asked me to marry her.

Now clearly, this was not the right time to talk, so we agreed that I would meet her in two weeks so we could speak in a neutral environment, this turned out to be sensible, and she started to accept we would not be together, and for the first time, we began to agree on things.

I agreed to give her a bond (down payment) on a two-bedroom house that she could rent; we also decided on how much money I could realistically give her each month.

We also agreed on how many days I could have my son each week. Things were going well until she asked me if I could hold her off a moment; I was ok with that, but as we released the hug, she attempted to kiss me; I got angry and walked away.

Broken Promises

There were none from either of us, she never refused me to see my son, and I gave the support requested; apart from her constant need to be close to me, I just wished she would meet someone else.

I have to be fair, up to a point, she was a good mother for our son, and I started to see some qualities in her that I had not seen before if she had just relaxed a bit more and did not come across as desperate for me, our relationship could have developed.

Final Thoughts

There is plenty more to this story, but I do not want the article to go on for too long; if my readers are interested, I will write a follow-up to it in the future.

I often worry that I am far too open in my articles; I am now feeling exposed and not sure if I will hit that publish button.

In case people are wondering, my family are on Medium, and my wife reads all of my articles; sometimes she cringes, sometimes she laughs and cries, but she is always supportive of my work.

I am not sure I want to read the comments; maybe I need to get a hard hat on for this one; we have all made mistakes; however, my son was not one, he is a blessing, and we have a close relationship.