The CEO with the nonexistent penis

One storyline had been an ongoing story line for a number of years, even while I was dating my most recent ex. I had broken up with my ex, when I met Mr. CEO. I magically asked the world to give me the next man. And voila, Mr. CEO asked me out. He was exciting. I was 26 and he was 42. He and I had a mutual passion for art. He also lived in this highrise that overlooked the Hudson River and threatened to throw me out the window. I loved the threat that was said in his Australian accent. I was very depressed around the time we met, but depressed in this I'm so high on life kind of way. I had just gotten divorced. He also was the same way. His wife/girlfriend got pregnant during the last leg of their relationship. She left him with the baby and didn't leave a forwarding address. He was looking for her. It was dramatic. I really liked him because he didn't like long lines, and he was super smart and found ways to not have to wait. He also created his resume from figment of his imagination and created a job by moving up and outsmarting the system. He thrilled me. He broke up with me because I wouldn't choose him over the boyfriend. Then the boyfriend returned, he also returned. I know he returned instinctively because he can't stand to lose. I chose the boyfriend over him because he had a small penis. When I came to see him, he would rape me with his nonexistent penis. Anyway, the only real way he could fuck me over was in the business world. And I opened the door to that. I don't know why. I think I was trying to figure out how his world works but I was simply too naive. When I found my footing in NYC, I met him to look at his art--nothing spectacular. He was there for me only if I would fuck him. But I couldn't. It was weird. The whole thing about being loose in bed only occurs with people that I really wanted to be with.