jlf1961
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What the hell am I doing on the computer on a Friday night? I asked a Dom to look at my profile, and he did, sweet man, and told me that my problem was that I was on a dating site looking for dates.
I'm middle aged, and I've got a couple of extra pounds, but I'm not bad looking, and I'm a terrific sub. I'm told that by all the ex-boyfriends, who still want to be my friend, but have chosen vanilla women and then want to call me and bitch and moan about it. Jesus tap-dancing Christmas and his poodle, what does a girl have to do to get her ass beat and get laid in this town?
Everywhere I go I see men my age with women younger than my socks, or with women my age who are just unattractive, screeching harpies, and I wonder, "Whiskey Tango Foxtrot, Mister?"
I'm a magnet for married men, who plainly ignore that I know the difference between married and not married, and that it doesn't take NCIS to pick up the clues (like, you can't take me out for New Year's, my birthday, Valentine's Day, or any weekend, you lying specimen). Now, I'm not sure why, because the cheating clown I was married to seemed to be able to celebrate all of these things (including our wedding anniversary) with the screeching harpy that HE'S was involved with (are ya KIDDIN me??), but hey, different strokes.
Speaking of strokes, I'd like to get laid before I have one. Not that I can't do it on my own. I'm an extremely talented masturbator, but really, must I?
I go to events, I go to munches. Granted, I get offers, but I've got some standards. Not many, and they aren't very high, but still. All I know was that it wasn't this hard when I was younger. I wasted my peri-menopause on someone who, as it turned out, wasn't worth the time. Now I just keep hoping that I come back in another life when this one's done, either as a young hottie who knows what I know now, or as a case of bleeding hemorrhoids for one or more of the sleazoids who tell me what a wonderful woman I am. Especially the ones who get in touch the week of my birthday to tell me so.
For me I know the answers.
1) I am not that handsome when you compare me to the "perfect stud looks" portrayed by the media.
2) I am a cynical old geezer critter that owns six dogs.
3) I snore
4) I prefer intellectual conversations over "Did you watch American Idol?"
5) I dont go to movies, because in my opinion it is a ripoff scam by theater owners. Come on, $7,50 for a bucket of pop corn? $3.00 for a large drink? $12 bucks for a damn ticket? The food, seats, floors and bathrooms have not changed much since 1964 when I went to my first move theater. Granted, for the most part, the movies have gotten a hell of a lot worse, with few exceptions, and Titanic was not one of the exceptions.
6) The only bar I go to is one owned by an ex GI who has the ex military crowd going there, no dance floor, no live music, four pool tables, a juke box with classics from sixties through the eighties, and the decor is basic military base NCO club.
7) My idea of a dinner out is a hole in the wall family run steak and bbq place that has a dirt parking lot.
8) I dont dance
9) Did I mention I was a cynical old geezer?
10) The last concert I went to was 1987, Aerosmith.
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