There’s now, and then there’s then, then being the projection of hope for a better future. Sometimes it’s hard to let go of the conditioning and accept that perhaps all those messages you got growing up weren’t the right ones for you.
I have no doubt that even at this late stage as drift into my 30′s it’s not out of the question that I might find that rare girl who might be worth it but if you review the odds, and my track record, and the advice of the men
Stuff like this scares me: It’s a jezebel post about sex becoming passe which is just another stupid trend piece, which is then followed by a stream of comments from married women who feel that sex once a month is okay. Is normal.
And they refer to PIV sex (“penis in vagina”) as if there’s something else, because my personal preference is if my penis doesn’t go inside a vagina, then it’s not sex.
It just seems like a trap. It just seems like some chick desperately caught up in the idea that marriage will save her from herself, when it won’t, and she gets past my age and suddenly discovers it’s not what she wanted. So she only feels like sex once a month.
There was another advice piece in the local paper about a wife who couldn’t stand the sight of her husband or stand him touching her, even though she said he’d done nothing wrong. How messed up for that poor guy. You could imagine a guy saying that . . . because she got fat. But at least it would be clear and reasoned . . . don’t get fat! Most married guys are like dumb dogs anyway, as long as you feed them they aren’t going anywhere.
I think this explains the emphasis on domesticity that feminism destroyed, back in the day, a women got older, somewhat larger, who cared? She could cook, clean, take care of the kids, the deal worked.
So I picture myself 15 years from now. I’m about to turn 47 which is a weird age, a lot of guys seem to be 47, which is a weird statement but I seem to notice . . . for example the prime minister and deputy pm are both 47, or were when elected, and a number of other prominent men who’s sphere I fall within. It’s the middle of a career status arc from 30 to 65. I’ll be more successful then than now. But that’s off topic.
2 scenarios
I’m 47, my wife – let’s even say it’s ambrozia, my only 9 – is knocking on 40, we have a kid or two and I have my boring life where I have to consider them and possibly battle my wife in everything, including getting sex. By then I would probably be paying for it anyway and possibly running the risk of messing everything right up.
OR
I’m 47, I’m single, I’m wealthy and nearing retirement, I possibly have multiple girlfriends in auckland, probably girls in their 30′s younger and hotter (ie single so still maintaining themselves) than my wife would be. I may even get the odd 29 year old or expertly continue to game fat young girls. And in my other bases around the world. If one gets pregnant, I’m sure that’s good news. There might be some legal complications and costs and the women may use access as a weapon, but again, is that so tragic as to be worse than the outcome of all that happening while being married to the woman? All that nonsense except you’re paying for it while she lives in your house?
Isn’t it plainly obvious which is better? The ideal of a wife is for a weak man who can’t be emotionally resilient, when I was a young beta I sent many girls running with my emotional neediness, just because one bonds to you, it doesn’t make it less repellant to them.
At 47 there may be times I feel old and alone, but that IS life. I’ve felt alone plenty, it hasn’t killed me. It’s taught me that there isn’t mush to be gained by complaining to a girl that the world is a cold place and even more so for those who can not or will not strive. you’re either a lone wolf or a boring sheep, what would you rather be? As the women always say you can always feel alone in a marriage, I just think it’s a lot of young people’s mistakes to think that it solves all your problems in terms of getting old, expectations and companionship.
They look for foundations, for a construct, for something to lean on, I’m no different. Is marriage it?
Hope for the best, prepare for the worst.
Prostitutes always held such a stigma, that they were for life’s absolute losers, but then I was brought up by mainly women and when you see how that fits with a female framing, then it makes sense that johns should be shamed.
Women have been freed from the kitchen but we haven’t been freed from their pussies.
In preparing for the worst I can only empathize with the advice that a few hundred dollars a week must surely get you a better deal with some hot young chick then the comparative supporting an aging wife who has her own motivations.
I’m not saying a beautiful young chick who comes along and understands that my ability to make money is the biggest part of a possible happy future for us, and contributes to that, couldn’t ensnare me.
But maybe we truly are entering more liberated times where people just like me accept that marriage doesn’t work for society.
For me having a distinguished female companion on my arm is an issue for my status. That’s a big one, but I think at 47 I’d rather be dating a fit girl who is my age now than married to her older sister trying to squeeze into the expensive dress I paid for and not getting laid afterwards.
Maybe I won’t have kids, and it will play on my mind what exactly my purpose is, but there’ll probably be one of those girls my age begging for it, and look how long we have. 15 years is literally half a lifetime away, 15 years ago I was just almost 17 – I was only starting out, and so I bounce back to my obligations now – keep my money going, keep my art going, stay dedicated to improving my game.
Learn to not fear approaching a beautiful girl, it’s not a crime and for now, for a few years, I probably still have the opportunity for them to welcome it.
Keep my dignity intact and not succumbing to creepy tactics, go see a prostitute, especially if I begin dating a hottie and have to have my performance and confidence in shape.
I’m just sitting here thinking, if there’s a hot young girl to chase, I’ll chase her, but what’s more insidious, walking around trying to pick up fat chicks, or spending $150 to bang a hot young skank and then getting back to work?
