I was fresh out of prison. I was released early on parole which meant I had a curfew of 10:00pm every single night unless I was at work. The parole officer would come to my house. He was allowed to show up whenever he wanted, and had the power to search my house or anyone I was with at any time.
I also got drug tested and alcohol tested randomly, and the DMV had suspended my license for 5 years so I had no ability to drive either.
Needless to say I didn't get out much, and any woman I talked to in their early 20's (which is how old I was at the time) was the most beautiful woman on earth.
About seven months after I got out I went to the local St Patrick's Day Parade in my city - a huge event and - met some friends I hadn't seen in years. Afterwards everyone goes barhopping. I tagged along and I ordered Redbull and a glass of ice at the bar and fit right in.
Amazingly, I hit it off with this girl and we were tearing up on the dance floor. She and her friend were finally ready to leave, but that was when I realized I had a problem.
It was almost 8:00 PM.
They lived about 40 minutes north of the city, so that would mean there would be no way for me to get home in time to make my curfew if I went home with them When I told her 'no', she lost it, and started begging me to hook up with her. I explained my situation as best I could, but that didn't make it any easier.
In the end, I passed up a chance for hanky panky when it had been years and years, but didn't want to risk going back to jail for not being home if my parole officer happened to show up at 10:04pm to see if I was there.
A super hot woman came to my birthday party. We were making out for most of the night. She tries to lead me to the bedroom for a good time. But she was so blasted she could barely walk.
I wasn't doing anything with someone this drunk no matter how smoking hot she was.
I picked her up, took her to the bedroom and put her in the bed. I told her I would be back in a minute and I needed to do something. I came back 5 minutes later to check on her, and she was out cold. She thanked me in the morning for not taking advantage of her.
I wish more guys would do the same thing.
I was perhaps 15 or 16 when this happened. At my first job, I got a paycheck that the bank fudged a decimal on. It was a ton more than I should have been payed and I totally could have cashed it and it would have been the bank's fault.
It wasn't even anything to do with my work, but I gave it back to my boss and waited to get another one. On the plus side, I received a substantial raise a couple of months later with one of the reasons cited being my honesty.
I was head over heels in love with a girl for two years in high school (junior/senior years). She had a boyfriend who was a bit of a jerk, and she finally left him in senior year.
Her best friend (a guy) grew up across the street from her. The two of them were extremely close. We were hanging out having a fantastic time and she asked me if she should consider him.
I could have said that'd be silly and it would ruin their friendship. I could have swooped right in since there were strong feelings between us. But I decided to do the right thing. I told her she should go for it. They were just too perfect together. They're married now with 2 children.
Possibly the most unselfish thing I've ever done.
I walked away from two beautiful women in another city (while traveling for work) who wanted to have a threesome. I was engaged at the time, but there was practically zero chance I would have been caught. No regrets, but whew it was not easy.
I saw two full bags of heroin outside my apartment about 4 or 5 months after getting clean.
Kept walking. That's not who I am anymore.
I was trapped in a somewhat sexless marriage (maybe twice a month... awful "are you done yet?" sex). Young, good looking guy. No kids.
Went on a trip to Vegas with the boys. Went to strip club. Hit it off with a dancer. Dancer does all the usual "I'm flirting with you to take as much money as I can from you" stuff.
I keep cool and say no... she dances anyway. Buys me drinks. I get lap dances and drinks for free all night. At the end of the night she says that if I wait for her, she can go change and come back to my hotel with me.
I say no. "I'm sorry... I can't."
"It's free," she said, "Because I really like you."
I refused again, and went back to the hotel.
"Are you out of your mind?!" my friends said. Sorry, guys. I couldn't live with myself. I'm married. I love my wife.
Fast forward 10 years and my wife is caught having an affair. Probably not her first.
I refused a marriage proposal in front of a crowd at a sporting event. But it's not what you're thinking.
She liked me and was under the false impression that I liked her.
We weren't even dating at the time! She had just invited me to go to a basketball game with her I was never trying to lead her on, so I don't know how she came to think that I was somehow secretly in love with her.
But it was tough to say no like that in front of everyone. I felt guilty for weeks, as though I must have done something wrong.
I was out for my nightly walk and was strolling right through the Boston Public Gardens in front of the Four Seasons hotel. Well, I found a wallet with well over $1,000 and multiple credit cards.
Being a broke college student, for a brief moment this looked like a gold mine. In the end I decided to bring it into the hotel and leave it at the front desk.
Not sure how the guy found me honestly, but later that week he sent me a very nice thank you text message. I felt good about that one.
I used to be a slot machine attendant in a casino. I was the person who would hand-pay jackpots that were above $250. One time, a guy who had just won $150,000 made me a tempting offer.
He told me he wanted to give me $10,000 as a tip.
Unfortunately, the casino that I worked at was owned by the government, and I was not allowed to take tips. It was so difficult to decline. $10,000 was more than I made in three months at that time.
I had just joined the Marine Corps and had finished boot camp. I was flying from Minnesota back to California for combat training, with a layover in Phoenix.
It was the year the Super Bowl was there, and the Patriots were playing. My flight out of Phoenix got delayed, but they set it up so I could leave my bags at the USO and they'd call me right before boarding so I could go check stuff out around the airport.
These smoking hot women from New England overheard that.
Their flight back to New England was cancelled and they had a hotel room. So the three of us went back there. They were both blonde, and about 20 years old.
We started fooling around. I'm kissing both of them, beginning to take our clothes off, when my damn phone rings. It's the USO telling me I have about 15 minutes because the flight is already boarding. I had to leave. I was on official orders and would have been in deep crap for missing my flight. I never got any contact information and never saw them again.
But they will forever be remembered.
I've been divorced about 3 months. About 2 months after filing and moving out on my own, my ex asked if I wanted to join her and our 2-year-old for a walk.
I didn't want to get divorced initially but once I moved out I realized I was horribly unhappy and too afraid to admit it.
We walked 6 miles with the baby talking about nothing in particular, when she suddenly asked if I wanted to share any of my thoughts or feelings on the divorce since it wasn't too late to retract the filing.
I spent months begging her to reconsider divorce before I moved out, so I didn't feel like I had anything else that needed to be said for the 5th time. She was upset I didn't spill my guts. I was over it and no longer entertaining her in her mind garbage. Later on she told me she regretted the divorce and wanted to be a family again.
I had waited to hear that for months. But I'd moved on. I already checked out of that part of my life. So I said no. And I had to relive the reality that I'll never live with my only kid full time. It's still a punch to the gut, but the only reason I wanted to go back was for my kid. And I knew I'd be walking in to a life of misery all over again as far as marriage went.
To be honest, that pill is still lodged in my throat every day. And as hard as it is to do the exchanges with my kid and have to say goodbye for a few days at a time (50/50 custody), I couldn't see myself being that miserable guy I became over the course of that marriage again.
Saying no to an important aspect of my happiness (living with my kid) to improve my life as a whole, was the hardest no I ever had to muster up. But in the long run, I would probably have ended up making the kid miserable too.
An attractive woman friend of mine got really sloppy and was hanging all over me. Kissed my cheek a few times and even licked my beard once. She was desperate as hell.
Some guy came over and asked if he could buy her a drink; I told him to screw off and called him a scumbag and told her that we were leaving.
I don't know if she even remembers it, but I took her home, made sure she drank some water and got to bed. Then I left. It was the right thing to do.
Some guy dropped a wad of 100's at a taco stand while paying. I pointed it out to him; he picked it up didn't even say thanks. The guy behind me paid for my tacos and said I should have taken it. But I still feel good that I did the right thing.
I had my boss's wife approach me at the annual office Christmas party and asked me if I wanted to have a threesome with them.
I politely declined, and figured that would be that. But she didn't stop there.
When I turned her down, she offered me $1,000. I still said no, so she upped it to $5,000!
I politely declined again. I know I should have been offended that someone offered me money for sex, but I was dying on the inside. He was hot, and his wife was hotter. Plus who among us couldn't use an extra $5,000?
I thought he'd be awkward as hell afterward, but it was never mentioned between us and we carried, on as usual.
I wound up working for him for 5 more years, and when I left, they threw me a huge baby shower and purchased all of the baby furniture I had registered for. We still keep in touch 15 years later.
I had a friend in college who was a math genius. Passed his actuarial exams as a sophomore. He called me a couple years later and offered me a job as his partner laundering money. Told me I would get a 50% cut. He made $250,000.00 in a year, whereas I made $30,000.
Sometimes I wish I didn't have morals.