...sooooo long story short, you're high out of your mind.

It is in my best interest for anyone to never interpret what i really mean. And i mean it. But i am happy, anyway.

Sounds like he seduced a virgin in a vampiric way.
Wouldn't go well with the supposed honour standard that should be a prerequisite of his martial art though.

I think it's called "blood rape" or simply "blape".

Either that, or he just took a nap and is trying to make it sound like he's actually been productive.

Correct. Now implement this data into modern sociology estimations, like what ages modern girls can truly be virgins still nowadays anymore and there you go! You have your answer. But Shhh, keep it a secret.

Also, what i train in is completely irrelevant to where i try to use the chi gathering exercise, which is from chi kung basic techniques. Plus this art never had any honor, especially historically.

This has nothing to do with Chi and is all about pushing one's own damaged ego for a while and from your stories it's clear that your's is extremely damaged.
Congratulations to have damaged another girl's ability to trust and love, be proud.
I'm one of those last romantics which have to live with the fact, that there was at least one like you in the life of any girl damaging said abilities forever, often setting paths for those that are incompatible with mine.

No honour and sensitivity left these days...

I have damaged nothing. Intimacy when done right (delicate hands on the fine arts), is great. Plus you can "draw Life Energy" from others and it can even have physical effects on them, like them feeling dizzy and exhausted, out of the blue. Even though i am not obligated to analyze and report, i did not go all the way.

Plus, don't be hasty to jump into conclusions. The only ones i want to see punished, are those who harmed me, exclusively. And i am, was, romantic, too. Once upon a merry time. But with me being defamed and ostracized, having even people follow/tail me sometimes and ruin job opportunities and new relationship initiations from my part, i have no chance at normal relationships anymore. I have to grab everything on sight with skill and deceit, unpredictability and randomness, like a rogue, a pirate. Not my fault, not my choice. I swim, or sink. Who would want to drown...?

I know, that's one of the most frustrating things about this.

I've seen more or less all my former buddies fall a long time ago and the justifications they are creating in order to convince themselves they're ok with it or have no other choice get more silly every time.

Keep whining and I'll drop a puzzle on ya and REALLY derail the thread to the point that you'll probably end up here.

You mean that quote of mine mentioning car crashes? You trying to book-end my posts or something? Am I overshooting an assumption of your layered, Machiavellian-like plot puzzle, or am I just being paranoid?

If you meant to connect my post about getting home safe with my post about car crashes, then I tip my hat to you, good sir. Well played.

They don't call me the Puzzlemaster for nothing. Yes, I was connecting those posts.
...however, you weren't paranoid, I also intend to come through on my threat about giving you a puzzle if you screw up, so here is my advice, good sir:
BEWARE.

Don't forget the implied pedophilia.

So the past three days have been super poop-tastic. I've been in a really foul mood and have felt like doing nothing; I even stopped my hunt for the dern dog whistle in Terraria b/c I was so grouchy. Instead I've been just watching B movies (thanks again, Sachys!), and growling.

However, after work, still grumpy as ever, I decided to turn Pandora on to the Old School Hip Hop station. The songs that played were the following in order:

Just a Friend
Jump Around
O.P.P.
Brass Monkey <--- Best concert I ever went to was BB
Still Not a Player
Ain't Nothing But a G-Thang

Mood instantly better! If Cypress Hill came on, I swear I would have lost my damn mind.

edit: and jesus, sounds kingbradley either lost his mind or is a serial killer.