One thing is certain; whatever it is that makes these girls fall in love with criminals, it's simply not a good move.
So what could it be that makes dating hardened crims so attractive to some people?
I tell each one the same exact thing: “If you’re dating a few men right now and can guarantee me that you’ll have at least one date a week for the duration of our time together, we can start coaching.
Who the heck knows - but it's an affliction that ought to be treated, that's for sure.
Finding the answer to this complex and rather baffling condition that strikes women of all ages and from all walks of life is not easy for just those reasons - these gals are of all ages and from very different backgrounds.
That the past was really just that, and that I might have a chance someday to have my hand held again, not by cuffs. From Amanda, formerly incarcerated for larceny: “I just accepted him because Kristen did.” From Kristen, formerly incarcerated for possession of narcotics with intent to sell: “I took him because Sara did.” From Sara, formerly incarcerated for armed robbery: “I don’t know him.
Then I wrote: “Look, if you don’t want to talk to me anymore, I understand. I wasn’t trying to hide anything.” I clenched my lips, anticipating his response. That maybe there’d be times a love interest wouldn’t poke around on the Internet, looking for my backstory. “You were friends with him first.” “Oh, then I don’t know how I got him.” I messaged the other mutuals.
Years ago, people would learn about each other by interacting, choosing what to reveal and when to reveal it. People who haven’t already read these items will simply discover them after they meet me. Hearing about these advances, my friend Carol said to me: “There are guys who like women who just got out of prison.” When I was released, Carol had been out for four years and knew the ropes of a single woman paired with a felony conviction. In my most rejectable state, I had dozens of suitors. Meaningless exchanges, but notes with the intellectual edge of college education. (Unlike most inmates, I had graduated from an Ivy League school about a decade before my arrest and convictions.) We would spar and he never dropped an apostrophe or split an infinitive. ” He was friends with Aimee and five other of my friends. Some cunning and manipulative survival tactics we learned in prison. Walled off by shame and desperation for affection, we’re lifers in a kind of social prison.