The difference between me & Tiger Woods (sexually)

This was asked of me via note from somebody new to my diary. It was a great question and I have been in need of subject matter for this diary, so here goes:

To best address the question, I should first give my own detailed assessment/perception of Tiger Woods. It doesn’t matter as much whether I’m accurate as it does that I get something down in print while trying to be clear in my thoughts about him.

Firstly, I really can’t wrap my understanding around the phrase "sex addiction". It seems just too easy to reach out for that seeming crutch once mere over-indulgence in any form of sexual opportunity causes people to act in a way that is detrimental to their own lives. Indeed a lot of mere "addiction" of any variety is established by what consequences one’s related actions have upon the rest of their lives.

That is to suggest that two people could smoke the same amount of pot, or spend the same amount of time on the internet, with one said to be "addicted" to either based on what is taken away from the rest of his/her life as the result. The other person could, conceivably, smoke even more pot, or spend even more time online than the first person, without being seen as "addicted".

Tiger Woods is bound to be living the effects of multiple elements to which the rest of us simply cannot relate in any way, so in some ways he deserves a break in the way of what is "the unknown" to the rest of us. His father was surely demanding and perhaps a perfectionist, and Tiger was disciplined in golf to an extreme to which very few of us can relate in any area or subject.

That Tiger’s eventual dominance in his particular field has been seldom paralleled by anybody on the planet must be noted, as should the extreme monetary fortunes which have come his way as a result. Along with that came the adulation by women smitten by his reputation in golf (a sport whose participants aren’t typically known for smashing up hotel rooms, night clubs, or night club patrons after matches).

Surely some women may not care for Tiger Woods’ looks for one reason or another, but outside of that group, the Tiger Woods of the year 2000 had a vast appeal to most other eligible women (note: he turned 25 on Dec. 30, 2000). Golf is a sport which doesn’t exactly encourage boistrous self-expression in the ways made famous by the Charles Barkley’s and countless other athletes who participate in team sports, and I think that lack of a release and demanded respect for decorum can have unfortunate consequences.

NOT that golf needs to change anything, but those are just factors about the game which may somehow figure into Tiger’s implosion. Couple all of that with the natural need/wish for someone with so much money to be sequestered away from the average bum at the average bar who merely needs a handout. So yeah, a lot of uncommon-to-the-rest-of-us forces are at work with Tiger Woods.

It made perfect sense that at some point Tiger would use his money, power, and vast appeal to land what would be considered quite a nice "catch" in terms of his ex wife Elin. It was going to have to be one person, no matter who she was, and his aura would almost surely immediately overwhelm her. That effect may well do a number on whoever ended up married to Tiger Woods, perhaps even changing her own persona perceptibly in due time. (Suddenly, while Tiger routinely dines with a few select people in the VIP section of various clubs, the Elin character would invariably find herself newly isolated too)

I just have a strong feeling that the combination of these unique forces played a major role in wooing Tiger Woods to show complete disregard for his wife and children and give in to temptations the likes of which I could never locate out in the red light district.

Now of course Tiger Woods truly has only himself to blame, and I think it was indicative of his shortcomings that he reached out for the "sex addiction" crutch to deflect the blame away from numero uno.

(I had no idea this was going to become "The story of Tiger Woods" and so little else up to this point)

(but I think we know where I stand on how Tiger evolved to be where he is)

Indeed I do wonder and imagine sometimes what it would be like to have Tiger’s bankroll as I researched exactly what my limits might be, in and around the world’s oldest profession. I may in the present browse some of my favorite internet sites while marveling at the vast array of flesh-for-hire there, and imagine myself indulging to an extreme if only I could afford that… but I don’t know that I’d be doing just that (to an "extreme") if even one-tenth of Tiger’s money came floating out of the sky to me.

I generally pay for sex well within my means… and don’t find myself causing harm to the rest of my surroundings based on any craving or need for sexual satisfaction. When this diary began I had gone all the way an average of roughly twice per year during my entire adult life. I often consider the odd-seeming forces which find some of my favorite OD muses happily enjoying sex at a frequency commensurate with their physical beauty. That apparent entitlement actually seems okay to me, even though it dually represents one of the major flaws in society as I’ve had to witness that society.  (logic here:  "we’ve been drumming it into our heads via our observations and practices for so long, that it must be right")

At my core I’m still somebody who would like nothing more than to be caused to pair-off with one individual, for a long time, or a lifetime, and who would usually be very content during such an evolution. I also sense that I’m fairly reasonable where it concerns making compromises or airing out differences. Hopefully I can also foster an environment wherein my partner would feel comfortable expressing herself vs. keeping significant feelings bottled up inside.

I have a strong interest in selecting one direction in which to invest my emotional self and even in the case of becoming as wealthy as Tiger Woods, I still have the vibe that I would evolve toward one person, and one love, totally faithful for as long as I could envision. As to whether I would indulge a lot if afforded the natural mass of social/sexual opportunities known to Tiger before I was paired-off with somebody, I can only guess that I’d spend my moment in the social sun.

When reviewing my adult life, I cannot recall a single example of when or how my want for sexual stimulation of any kind has had adverse consequences on the rest of my life or family. In my opinion, "addiction" is measured in considerable part by just that sort of an impact.

I’m still not sure that it is fair to compare Tiger Woods, who could be seen to have "failed" the test when given a rare environment of opportunity and extremely alluring admirers, with myself, who just hasn’t gone to bat in anywhere near to the same league.

Maybe the Tiger Woods persona would be the one in my shoes who is driv

ing down the dark streets of the red light district, and who would react immediately and completely to the soft flesh above a Wonderbra, in zipping across three lanes of traffic for a spontaneous pick-up. That’s just never me.

While I like to admire some of the immaculately attired women peddling their flesh, the hard-sell and the extremely hotly-attired prostitutes out there very seldom maintain my interest for very long. Yet just knowing they are out there and available continues to have some value as I sense it.

So I don’t really know for certain, but I truly sense myself to be a person who has appreciated prostitution and prostitutes for the way they have afforded small glimmers of the physical intimacy that should go along with the emotional intimacy which I seek. It really isn’t about the popular (truth) that says: "prostitution doesn’t even compare to love". Instead what matters is that the physical intimacy I’ve experienced with prostitutes is the closest thing I’ve known to the personal intimacy that I most desire.

Tiger Woods will always have opportunity knocking at his door. He’ll be like a home run hitter at batting practice who need not even bother to watch the ones that barely connect with the end of the bat. MAYbe it’s true that with so many pitches destined to arrive, his misdeeds with Elin really didn’t matter so much. But that’s his world, and not my reality.

This has been the mindset of your John.  (who is not a significant fan of golf or of Tiger Woods)