I lean myself on Nietschze who claimed that most people enjoy being submissive. But if I hadn't had that I would have wondered what the fuck all the slaves I've ever had sees in me? I'm not nice...well I'm down right cruel. Self-centered. Stuborn and demand unflinching obedience and loyalty.

The reasonable part of my brain tells me that I'm an egostical bastard and don't deserve the love of anybody, let a lone the wonderful, beautiful and intelligent woman I share my life with today.

Do you ever get the feeling of, "I hope she doesn't realise that I'm not really superman"? I like this life, but seriously, sometimes I feel like, damn this must be too good to be true.