Google Me Clive Worth

Google Me Clive Worth and you will be a bit surprised to what you see and take note that I left School not able to read or write, Dyslexic back in 1965 not then known about and I was regarded as being backward, years later I became a down and out alcoholic, everyone had given up on me but look at me now on TV all over the world, Got 2 books out and take a look at my channel here to see more about me. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tDwRUS8gbpY

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1. How I became an Alcoholic

This is a story on how I became an Alcoholic, I was born in 1949 in this little village in West Wales called Pontyates, where I lived on John Street (I never knew why it was named John Street, but I assume that a John was around somewhere when it was built or maybe he built it). The third of nine children, I had two older sisters and was the first of five boys.                                                                                                            My father was over the moon at having a boy after two girls, so he went out to celebrate and got drunk. He then kept on getting drunk for many years after that because of me, as I turned out to be a handful (not all his fault because now I know we are born with a personality and it seemed my personality and my father’s clashed).                                                                                                            As a child, I always believed I was a nobody and the village idiot because it was drummed into me so much I started to believe it. I was dyslexic (although back then no one knew) and my father, especially, regarded me as backward. I was hopeless at everything, had no confidence and my school work fell behind more and more with no incentive to do it.                                                                                                            I was pushed to one side and became the black sheep of the family – Why’s Everybody Always Pickin’ On Me? was a top-ten hit for The Coasters in the spring of 1959 and I sang it all the time. I often thought about jumping off a cliff but knowing my luck I would have landed in the deep water because whatever I did, I did it wrong – I was a total failure. From a very young age it seemed the world was against me. I was always in trouble with the teachers at school for not being able to do anything right, and then at home, I was at war with my father.                                                                                                            I can never, ever remember him sitting down and talking to me one to one – he seemed to behave as if I was not there. I was completely rejected by him and when he did talk to me it was to give me a telling off about something, and then he would shout at me and it would often end up with me getting the belt.                                                                                                            Often he used his big leather belt on me. But I didn’t mind that as much as when he kicked with his feet and hit me with his hands, often hitting me on the head, so any brains I may have had were knocked out of me at a very young age. My mother was afraid of my father. So she would not interfere when he hit me or shouted at me, and did not pay much attention to me because she did not want to be seen showing any sympathy towards me or else she would get it as well.                                                                                                                             She was so afraid of my father that she seemed to worship him. She was like a slave to him, always tending him hand and foot and even then he would go into a mood and not talk to her. I used to often watch her give him his dinner after he came home from work and he would flick it away, saying he did not want it: a nice cooked homemade beef dinner (my mother was a very good cook).                                                                                                                                 My mother would then push it back to him and this would go on a few times till he then finally ate it. He liked to be pampered by my mother to get him to eat his dinner. It wasn’t because of her, but because he was in a mood after work and he took it out on her. Yet in his work and out with his mates, they all loved him, they thought he was the best – boy how could these men get it so wrong? He made me and my mother’s life hell, and then my mother took him taking things out on her out on me, because she then rejected me. Yes, it seems I was the pig in the middle. Then I came to realise that I had been born into a Wild World, and that then made me become a rebel. So I got worse, and the beatings got worse at home and in school, until there seemed to be no end in sight as I lived from day to day, waiting for the next beating.                                                                                                                                At home, my father continued to take his moods out on my mother, demanding she tend him hand and foot, and made her and my life hell. Many years later, my mother met a nice man and left my father. After thirty years of pampering, he was rejected by my mother and he couldn’t handle it. He cracked up and spent some time in hospital.                                                                                                                           Strange as it may seem, I felt sorry for him then. Funny, isn’t it, there was a man who I hated so much but when I saw him crack up and break down like that, it made me feel sorry for him. But as a child, I saw no other side of him except the one I hated.                                                                                                                              Back to my childhood: My health by the age of five was not that good. I suffered terribly with asthma, eczema and sinus problems and spent a lot of my time in and out of hospital, which, of course, did not help at all with my education. I was already regarded as being backward and then lost a lot of school through being ill.                                                                                                                                  I can remember being rushed into hospital when I was only about six and being put into a large plastic-covered cot with bars all around and this big plastic sheet all over the bed. I did not know what it was but now I know it was their way of giving me oxygen. I remember seeing my auntie Jean coming in to see me and being told she could not. I will never forget that, I was scared stiff being tucked away in this big balloon, but I could see through it and I was on my own in it, just gasping for breath, then I saw my auntie Jean, who waved at me. But she was turned away and that gutted me.                                                                                                                                  I would spend weeks at a time in hospital having three injections a day: one in the morning on my bum, then again in afternoon on my bum, and again at night, but now on my arm because my bum would be sore by now. Boy, I dreaded having those injections, but the nurses where outstanding, they were so nice.                                                                                                                                           By the age of ten, I was a bit of a lad – out every night, smoking and hanging around with the older boys, refusing to stay in and never doing my homework. I would go to school in the morning and every assembly the headmaster would say, ‘Is Clive Worth here?’, and I would get six of the best for whatever I’d done wrong this time. I hated school so much I started playing truant, and developed a love for the countryside, where I would often go and spend the day on my own instead of going to school.                                                                                                                                                 At the age of ten, while I was still at primary school, I discovered girls. I was going around with older boys of twelve and thirteen, listening to them talking about girls who they had been dating and learning the birds and the bees from them. I had found, it seemed a new and exciting outlet in life that made up for the beatings.                                                                                                                                  I remember standing in the schoolyard one day still only 10, thinking to myself that I needed a nice girlfriend to be my lifelong partner, (Boy I still say that 50 years on). I fell in love for the first time at the age of 14. Her name was Susan Clements, she was thirteen, and it was love at first sight. One Saturday my friend Allan Rees offered me to go with him on a date to the cinema on a foursome. So I did, and my blind date turned out to be Susan Clements. She was a bright thirteen-year-old girl from the grammar school, with short jet black hair and the most beautiful eyes I ever saw. My friend Allan’s girl, Ann Jones, was also nice, and so we both fell in love, Allan was also in grammar School with them and I was in a secondary School, this made me feel out of my depth with the 3 of them.                                                                                                                               We went on a few dates as my love for her grew and grew and for the first time I started to behave, but then I discovered Susan was only dating me to keep her friend Ann Company. One weekend my friend Allan said he was going to meet his girl on his own because Susan had started dating another boy and no longer wanted to meet me.                                                                                                                                   I was gutted, so I asked my friend to write a letter out from me to her on my behalf because I could not write properly, That he did and I had on my letter to her that I loved her and wanted so much to see her again. Now, Susan and Ann lived far away in a little village outside Carmarthen. Allan was at the same school as the girls, so he was able to pass on my letter, and then we wrote some more together.                                                                                                                              But she refused to take them and Allan brought them back to me. I then experienced my first heartache – I had been beaten black and blue at home and in school, but nothing prepared me for pain like this. This pain was now intense, prolonged pain that just would not go away. It was then I was to discover how to deal with it and do what I do to this day, all these years on, that still works for me – I took long walks on my own out in the country, walking miles and miles, day in and day out.                                                                                                                               As I walked I sang to myself: all the love songs I knew (and I knew a lot); all the songs about being broken-hearted. I found it hard to believe a thirteen-year-old girl could break my heart so much after I had been out with who I hadn’t even really kissed Susan, yet she had that effect on me like no other yet!                                                                                                                                             By my fifteenth birthday in 1965 what I wanted more than anything was a girlfriend, so much so, I started to wander at night into the other villages nearby that were about a mile or two away with my friends of the same age, looking for girls to date. I also started to fancy girls in the school and one in particular I started to fall in love with.                                                                                                                                  I always seemed to fall in love with them all anyway but this one more than anyone, so now, as I was about to leave school, I found school not too bad. Still I did not like school but being able to see this girl who I now had fallen in love with made school more appealing to me, her name was Janet Thomas from Tumble but again she ditched me.                                                                                                                           Amazing what love can do to us. They say that love is the most powerful force in the world – well I can believe that, because now being in love made me feel a bit better about school, a place I had hated all my life. Words cannot describe how I hated school but now being in love made me feel good about school. I also hated my father, who would still call me the village idiot. The beatings finally ended for me.                                                                                                                                Girls now had become a big part of my life. I just loved them all – they gave me the attention that I never had as a child, being kissed and cuddled and held tight by them. But I had this tendency to fall in love with them (even now, all these years on, things have not changed much for me), and that always ended up in me getting hurt when it didn’t last. Working now at 15 meant I had money to go out to the Cinema where I found lots of girls as I soon got the hang of chatting them up.                                                                                                                                How did I get all these girls (how do I still?)? Well, I seemed to develop a gift to be able to chat up the most unlikely kind of girl – the one that other boys had failed with, but I seemed to succeed. This was partly due to the fact I kind of knew what to tell them and how to go about it. It seemed to be a gift I was born with but then, on the other hand, it was also something I picked up as I got older.                                                                                                                                   I used to often sit in the living room when my older sister would bring her friends back to the house. They would stay in the kitchen drinking tea, three or four of them in their teens, and I was able to hear them talk through this hatch we had in the wall between our living room and kitchen. (This hatch was there to pass food through and it had doors to it which would be closed when my sister was in there with her friends, and little did they know that if you sat under the hatch, you could hear everything they spoke about.)                                                                                                                                 Now these were teenage girls who themselves dated boys at night and they would talk about these boys and go into details as to what would happen to them when they dated these boys. I would hear them say to one another what they liked about these boys and what they did not like.                                                                                                                                  This, to me, was the best sex education I ever had as I would pick up basic points and hints as to what girls really did like when they went out with a boy, then when I dated a girl I would do what I had heard these girls say they liked to be done to them.                                                                                                                                            Most girls I chatted up in the Cinema in town would come to my little village of Pontyates, then I would take them to this haystack nearby and often sleep the night there (which was a nightmare for me because the haystack would set off my sinus problems and I would sniff and sneeze all night).                                                             ..              .                                                                                                                                            When I became 18 and old enough to drink alcohol I never wanted to because I had already given it a try before I was 18 and I just did not like it at all, I remember one Saturday night after a game of Rugby we all called into this pub in our local town Llanelli, the pub was called The York and I as always with my friends ordered a pint of water like I use to do after a game in Pontyates Rugby club but the landlady would not serve me with it, so we all walked out, yes this was me then, who would have thought I was to become an alcoholic later on in life.                                                                                                                                              By 1971, aged 21, I was at my peak with girls from everywhere. I got told my name was all over shelters, walls and girls’ toilets throughout West Wales because I dated so many. They made me see that there was a good life out here for me because I just loved them all. This was the way forward for me, I thought, but then two things happened that turned everything upside down for me.                                                                                                                                Firstly, a bomb went off in our family when my mother left my father, triggering all out war between my sisters and brothers. We had all got on well, all nine of us, but now they started taking sides. I refused to do this and still talked to both my parents, though I found this hard to do because both sides now would try and pull me into all the bitterness and aggravation that went on, even though I did my best to avoid that. I just wanted to get out of it all and move away but I had nowhere to go.                                                                                                                                   The second thing to happen was that I met my first wife, She came along again like a very pretty, tall, blonde hair, (Marilyn Manroe, (look alike) again, everyone was amazed that she would go out with me when everyone else had failed to go out with her. She lived nearby and this was a classic case of how a woman gets her man and how she finally had me. I did not even ask her out – it was she who asked my friend to ask me. I had already chatted up another girl that night and was with her, but, as always, I managed to fit her in as well, so that I was with both of them.                                                                                                                                    First I explained to both of them that I was with my friends that night but would see them in the week, then I danced with my first wife and ended up giving her a lift home. The other girl, I met the other one the next night, amazingly what they did like about me then was that I never did drink alcohol and I had the biggest car around, (a Vauxhall Velox).                                                                                                                               My first wife was different to any other girl I had been out with – she kept coming to see me because I lived not far from her. She was very handy at the time to me – when I wanted to make love to someone in the day or afternoon, she was there for me.                                                                                                                                 Little did I know at the time that I was now playing with fire and that she was out to get me, no matter what? She was still in school and only sixteen, I did my best to move on and dated other girls but she just would not leave me be. She was very tall, long legs showing with a miniskirt on and just looking at her turned me on, so I could not resist her.                                                                                                                                   I would often pass her house walking and she would be out like a shot, asking me if she could join me on a walk, then we would often land up back in my car and then make love. I just could not say no to her, then next thing I new, I had a bun in her oven and a shot gun wedding as I agreed that we would get married after she constantly chassed me. I never proposed to her and nor did I ever get engaged. I just agreed that I would then marry her because I now felt sorry for her and thought I would be safe with her in that she would stay loyal to me. Plus, no way did I believe in abortion.                                                                                                                  She was over the moon.   So on 23 February 1973 I got married. I invited both my parents but only my father came. My mother did not approve but my father liked her (after all, he may have been her father?). Yes, as my mother always said he had been to bed with her mother many years ago.                                                                                                                            Anyway, it turned out to be one big disaster – it just was not meant to be, somehow. It was in a registry office in Carmarthen town near by, she was in a white wedding dress but the wind blew it all over the place, and then it snowed and so I was late because the car wipers would not work and we kept having to stop the car to get out and clear the snow from the front of the window.                                                                                                                             Then we had booked a nightclub that night but our bus did not turn up. So instead, they sent a large removal van to take us there. So we all got into the back of this. It was like a cattle truck and we all had to stand up in it. It was a nightmare. Then when we got to this nightclub, the doormen saw us get out of this big van and must have thought we were from the woods because we were stopped from going in, so we landed up in a pub in town. All our family and friends just sat there saying nothing because we were all in shock. What a disaster.                                                                                                                              On our first night as man and wife, we didn’t make love. She cried her eyes out and I struggled not to join in, we was married for 11 years, had 3 lovely children, two girls and a boy, I never drank on my wedding or for a few first years we was married and I never lost work underground as a miner but she kept having women friends back to the house on weekends and kept on to me to go out for a pint, so in 1976, I finally went out to drink with my 4 brother and old School friends……………………………………………………….                                                                           ..                                                                                                                                         They all asked me to play Rugby for our village of Pontyates as I loved the game and not played for many years, this I did, then I started going out every weekend to play and drink but I could not keep up drinking with the boys who all made fun of me because I could not drink, so I would often pour my pint down a flower pot plant or hide it under a table or behind the curtains, then one of the boys would go, where is Clive is pint and catch me out, they would all be shocked years later when I would drink them all under the table but for now I just could not drink and keep up with them………………………….                                        .                                                                                                                                        Then as the years went on by I slowly start to keep up with them and in 1980 my wife now starts work in a canteen, cooking for over 200 men in a open cast mining site because we needed the money and I looked after our 3 children, girl aged 9, boy aged 7 and a 6 month old baby girl but I had to work afternoon shift to be able to do this for her to be able to go to work in the day but working underground and looking after 3 children became to much for me, then in 1981, things started to happen…………………………….                                                                   .                                                                                                                                            I had always thought that because she had wanted to marry me so much I was safe with her and that she would not look at another man but I soon started to find out she was having an affair, at first I could not take all this in, I was stressed out of my mind with looking after my children and working underground, then to find out she was having an affair was to much for me, for the first time ever in my life aged 31, I started to drink a lot when I went out, I was still not an alcoholic but I could see I was heading there because of the way I drank when I went out on weekends.                                                              .      .                                                                                                                                           This suited her because she now started trying to turn all my friends and family against me as they could see I was getting drunk when I went out and she was telling them all that I was an alcoholic, worse still she was telling them that I was hitting her but I never did or did she ever have a mark on her or she would have made a point in showing it but everyone new me better and they did not believe her but yes I did start shouting at her in my drink and that was bad because I had never been angry towards her or anyone, I was cracking up, heading for a breakdown and now she was telling everyone that I had gone mad, so I new I had to keep my cool under such pressure……………………….                                          . ..        ..                                                                                                                            Then in 1983 she took me to court to get me out and I had to leave because she had the house for the children and I moved in with my brother and then got a place of my own in 1984 where I could finally get my children to stay with me, I was still able to stay off alcohol in the week and even on weekends when I went out or had my children to stay with me I managed to enjoy a drink and not get drunk for a good few years as I did once think I would become an alcoholic but for now I had fought it off and able to enjoy a drink but mostly a bottle of wine with my children watching a good film.                                                                                                                                               After 3 years of great fun with my children, friends as well as dating a good few women it all came to an end one Saturday night in July the 4th 1987, when I met my second wife, in a nightclub. We got on well, so we headed back to her friend’s place – she lived in a little village called Trimsaran, only 3 miles from my village of Pontyates and again I put a bun in her oven but this time I held my ground and my youngest boy was born in April. Then, in May 1988, all the miners (me included) voted to close down Cynheidre and so I took redundancy. My payout was over twenty thousand pounds but my first wife was going to claim half of it for maintenance but my second to be came up with a cunning plan – we get married and I buy her house, so my first couldn’t touch the cash.                                                                                                                                    It seemed a good idea. She got on well with my kids and they got on well with her two girls. So off I went to tell my family, and this time my mother was lost for words because – get this – it seemed my father had an affair with her auntie! Perhaps it was an omen that we got married on April Fool’s Day. We did not have a big do in the day but then at night we invited a lot of friends and family and hired a big room out in this country pub. I paid for it all and even paid extra for more wine for everyone. I splashed out that night to make sure everyone enjoyed themselves but little did I realise that her family and friends would soon turn against me.                                                                                                                              Married life started okay, with me doing what I could about the house and looking after the kids for her to work. The money didn’t last long though (she was too much like my first there who liked to spend it all), and it was hard with me out of work, then we started to fall out, I went out walking the roads because, again, it helped me to relax. But I dreaded it when I had to go back home to face her because she now wanted me out and used all means to get me out. She would throw things at me, kick me and punch me. I knew that if I did hit her back I would be out on my head and that this was what she wanted, so I avoided hitting her but I did have to hold her back to make her stop hitting me.                                                                                                                                   I wanted so much to get out but my solicitor told me to stay and what upset me more than anything was that I had told her that I was hurt by the lies my first wife said about me hitting her, so now she said the same, knowing how much it would upset me.           A week before Christmas 1989 She took me to the crown court to get me out but she failed. My first wife had won her case because I had a very bad solicitor who did not defend me, but my second lost because now I had a barrister who caught her out on so many lies.                                                                                                                                    It was a costly court case and I thought that would calm her down but no, she got worse. She started to hit me more than ever, all the while telling everyone that it was me beating her. I had never seen such a temper on a woman as I did in her, there were times when she would spit at me but the worse part was when she threw a nappy at me after just taking it off my boy who was still a baby when it was full of shit.                                                                                                                               Yet people could not believe this about her – she seemed such a nice women to everyone else and if not for the fact that my own kids had seen this temper of hers, then no one would have ever believed me and because they where sticking up for me she stopped them coming down to stay, after wining them over to like her, so that she could marry me, getting me to buy her house out of my redundancy money, so that we all could live as one big happy family, she now turned against me and my kids, so that she could keep the house and not pay me a penny………………………………………………..                                                                      .                                                                                                                                          My drinking again started to take off but I dared not get drunk because she would again be like my first wife and say that I was a alcoholic but I did now start to drink every day. Finally, it got to the point where I couldn’t take any more, and I started to look for a place to live. Then in January 1990, I was lucky to get a room in a nice house down by the docks in Llanelli. My landlady went away up north, and I took advantage of her being gone and raided her drinks cabinet, topping up the bottles with vinegar and water to hide what I’d drunk. I had now become an alcoholic – I could not see this at that time but I had because I had now got to the stage where I had to have a drink every day, then in Nov 1990 I got this house where I am now back in Pontyates and again got my kids as well as my youngest boy, all 4 back to stay here with me but I now drank every day and Cider at that.                                                                                                                                By 1999 after 10 years of drinking, alcohol had finally got hold of me and I would get up shaking from head to toe every morning, needing whisky to stop me. Then I’d be out all day drinking, I just drank and drank. I would just drink all day, mostly at home, getting so drunk that I started to get blackouts, when there were days I could not remember a thing.                                                                                                                                  I had never been so scared in my life. After all I had been through, now it was drink that haunted me more than anything, but this time I could not see it was alcohol and did not know how or what to do about it. It got so bad that I could not move and by now all my money had gone, had no money left to pay bills or even get food, never before in my life had I ever been so bad off as I had always been good with money.                                                                                                                                                         I was broke, down, ill, drunk and really, really frightened. This was a hell like no other. Drink had a hold on me and I could not shake it off but somehow I had to. Somehow I had to get out of this addiction and sort myself out, then a week before Xmas 1999 I stopped, Going without a drink at first was so hard and I suffered with terrible depression and withdrawn symptoms (whoever made that film Gremlins must have been an alcoholic, because I would see them at night and it was frightening).                                      .                                                                                                                                         No wonder so many go back to drink because it is hell coming off it, after drinking almost every day for over 10 years and having to have whisky in the morning first thing to be able to function I now find I am able to do without alcohol but every day was a constant battle, I had to live from day to day, finding it very hard to relax or do anything but what I did start doing, the very thing that helped me all through my life in other bad situations was, take a nice long walk and lucky for me that I lived in such a nice pretty village, I was able to enjoy the country side as I walked along and also meet nice people on the way.   .                                                 .  .     .. . . . . . .           . . . . . . . . . . . .. . . . . . .            … . .  I also took up swimming, this was hard at first but I new I had to do it and I new that there is no gain without pain and in no time I was swimming 50 length of the 25 meter long indoor pool in Llanelli, I suffered all over Xmas and new years but to me they where just days of the week as I kept my head down and just so them through, I had got me a computer for Xmas out of the bit of money that I now had and in Jan 2000, I got onto online dating, all this was new to me but like a duck to water I soon got the hang of it.                  .    . …………………………………………………….            ……                      .                Women  had been a big part of my life but they had also made me turn to drink, yet giving up drink was hard, giving up women was impossible but now I had a plan with so many women on Internet dating sites, I soon realized that I could find safety in numbers and date as many as I could, not staying to long with the one and moving on to the next one, this was something I once did as a teenager but my first wife came along and spoilt it all, so now I had another go to enjoy myself and not get hurt……………………………..   . .                                  . …………….            .            .        .    . . . .                 .       . . .               I joined the biggest site online, (Dating Direct.Com) and started to e-mail as many as 30 women in one  day, I had me a nice profile with a nice photo and soon the dates started to flood in from all over the world but mostly UK, I was taken back by the volume of women e-mailing me wanting to meet me, there was not enough days in the week to fit them all in and all only to willing to come here and stay the night with me but they all drank, amazingly this did not bother me now because it was wine most of them drank and only a glass or two because I now I had my sights on making love to them and now off alcohol it became a bit of an opossession of mine, I just could not get enough.                 .   .    . . . . . .                         .               .                   .                .            .             .              Then in Nov 2004, after 4 years of dating hundreds of women as I dated as many as 4 or 5 a week, Dating Direct.com band me from their site for dating to many women, I was gutted and shocked and I told a friend of mine who work in the local papers how upset I was, he asked if I was willing that the local papers made a story about it, OK, I said, (thinking deep down, who wants to know anyway) but little did I realize how much of a story it was to come because it went out on Reuters News all over the world and I was having phone calls from USA, Canada, Australia and all over Europe, it scared me a bit at first but I soon got to enjoy it and soon the TV Stations started to come here to film me.                                                                                                                                  .                                                                                                                                         .                                                                                                                                            I started to get on TV, first with BBC Wales, when blonde news reader Sian Lloyd came here to interview me and they wanted to film me next to my bed because I had a Tiger bed spread that I had said, turned the women on, so this bed of mind became the focal point of my filming and I had Sian Lloyd in my bedroom, next to my bed, then came Channel 4 to do a documentary called, (The Studs of Suburbia), then came Channel 5, who did a doc, (My 100,000 lovers), type this into Google search and you will see it has been out all over the world as well as Sky TV and BBC America, Australia a few times, then came Virgin one who did a doc called, (Love Rat and Proud).                                      .          .                                                                                                                                          All 3 of these documentaries can be seen on Google search and are still being shown on Sky TV, over and over again, I was also out in all national news papers as well as Radio and 11, yes, 11 national magazines, all this I have loaded up on my profile on YouTube, I am (worthalot2) on there and on Facebook, I soon found I had Authors after me to do a book about it but because I liked to type anyway, I thought I would do a book myself, this I did in 2006, even though I had left School in 1965 could hardly read or write and regarded as being backward because Dyslexic was not known about then, I was now an Author with a book out and had no problem finding me a publisher, (Mirage Publishers).                                 .                                                                                                                                          The only thing was that they wanted to name my book, (A Serial Shaggers Guide to Internet Dating), this I let them do because most papers called me that anyway and it got a good laugh from a lot of my friends even though it had shocked me at the time, so I let them do this but my family as well as my daughter who is now a probation officer was not happy with it but the title got people notice it and it sold like hot cakes because I then made another book in 2007 and now I named it, (Internet Dating Kings Diaries) but because of that title it is not selling as much as my first book as my first book is sold out everywhere.                                                                                                                               .                                                                                                                                              Since I was band from Dating Direct.Com in 2004, I have joined more dating sites like Plentyoffish that is a free site and a good one at that because there are more dating sites now than ever but most you have to pay but I also get dates from YouTube and Facebook, that are not dating sites but I get women e-mailing me on them and I date them, in both my books I state that I have now slept with over 1000 women but to be honest it is more than that now as I come up to almost 10 years since I first started.                                                  My  main aim all along is not to make money out of all this but to help other alcoholics as well as drug users out there to kick the habit and enjoy life without it, not that I encourage them all to take up online dating because they do not have to do that, they can just enjoy chatting to people and make a lot of friends online who are also like them, with a drink or drug problem and just want friends or they can date them or just take up swimming and walking a lot like I do, so hopefully by reading this it will help others out there or someone you may know with a drink or drug problem, even if it only helps one or two, then I feel it is all well worth it,         

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