This haphazard assembly of DNA is going to do everything EXCEPT violate the language rules of The Pit.
You’re common enough, but there appears to be nothing good about you.
Well, calling El_Kabong a member of “Generation X” was incorrect…
I don’t engage in sex, anymore, by choice. That’s for the younger folk. If you’re still chasing pussy in your 60’s, you need to grow up. I like women, but not for the purposes of sexual gratification. I expect none of you can understand this. Or, possibly, a few. Those who agree will not reply, keep in mind. Male ego is the “reason”.
You can start demonstrating your superior intellectual abilities by researching the Dunning-Kruger effect and examining the degree to which it might be applicable to your situation.
Porch? Lawn? That’s a real life Burt Gummer you’re addressing!
Fine. How could I know this ? I was a guess, Andros.
Vague.
There is a deep-seated need to keep telling himself that.
No, in fact, that’s for the healthy folk of all ages from sexual maturity to death.
This is going to come as an unwelcome piece of truth, but many - dare I say most - women do not appreciate being referred to as “pussy”. See, it’s a demeaning and juvenile phrase typically used by teenage males unable to relate to females as complete human persons and so their only method of interaction is to de-personify the females in their lives. Men incapable of relating to and communicating with women use words like “pussy”. Real men do not.
Here we veer into a thinly glossed over pathology of rage. First extending the friendly aura of liking women ( despite the fact that they are viewed not as complete people but as “pussy” ), then disintegrating into accusing those around him of an incapacity to like women as anything other than a sexual object.
And finally, the attempt to reduce social isolation by stating that he is not alone; that others see women and male/female relationships as he does but that those males will not reply here due to “male ego”.
Fascinating and deeply disturbing pathology.
Well, now you do. And I was a hell of a great athlete. A knee injury from football ruined my knee and my chances for an athletic scholarship. I’m soon going to have knee-replacement surgery. And I did hard physical work for 47 years on a severely damaged right knee. Because I’ve never expected anything to be given to me. And I don’t accept charity. No one need believe a word of this. But it’s still true. You wanna see my x-rays ? I have them. It’s easy to lie. I don’t take the easy or low road in life. The high road has much less traffic. Most of you wouldn’t know that, I gather.
If I’m not still getting laid when I’m 60, it will only be because the plumbing has fallen off. And even that won’t stop me.
Mind you, my partner is often…insistent and always talented, and I fully expect we’ll still be knocking boots until one of us kicks off for good. If, Kdapt forbid, the worst were to happen–my partner passes, or we break up–I expect some period of mourning-derived celibacy…but I sure hope it doesn’t last forever.
That said, there’s always pr0nz.
(ETA: I was all set for a fine career as an adventurer, myself, until I took that arrow in the knee…)
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Your analysis of my psyche is laughably wrong. I don’t refer to women as pussy, normally. I tailored that for the audience. Your amateurish evaluation is pure horseshit, sir. You talk of “real men”; I have yet to encounter one at this site for the self-important, under-experienced, cowardly, socially blind, wimps who jerk each other off regularly.
Dale Carnegie, eat your heart out!
A fascinating combination of paranoia and hyper-defensiveness.
Divorced from his first wife. Three adult children. Two are women. Lives alone in a very well-maintained and clean house. Frequents the gym 1-2 times a week. Drinks moderately.
Cannot process why women will not date him again after the initial taste of his seething rage towards them. After all, Ray Rice’s wife married him after he punched the fuck out of her. Proceeds from an internal framework of objectification of the women around him, forcing exaggerated manners and polite banter to impress. Then, inevitably, frightens the women who socialize with him.
Far too intelligent to lose control to the point of legal intervention, either by causing a physical crisis of assault or by stalking.
Predatory in nature.
This all, of course, solely based on his posts.
ETA: Not hardly, and don’t call me sir. You don’t respect me. You don’t know me. Save the “sirs” for your encounters with law enforcement officers.
Oh no? Only when they deserve it, eh?
:dubious:
( Oh goodness, how I do miss the old “Putz” emoticon !! )
Good for you, Andros. Better wait 'til you’re 60 before making any predictions, though. I used to have a very active sex life, too. Time changes all things. I’m not saying there is anything wrong with sex in one’s later years. And many people do, I realize. But nothing is sadder than to watch an old man trying desperately to hold on to his youth by dying his hair, getting his face lifted, buying a sports car, and running-around with women half his age while gobbling ginseng and testosterone and Viagra trying to turn-back time. I will never do that crap. I was young once. That was enough.
Yea, “sir” was insincere. Maybe asshole is more honest. Again, not one thing you guess-at is correct. Let me repeat: I don’t date, anymore, BY CHOICE. MINE, Sigmund. I doubt you could analize the workings of a mouse-trap, judging by your effort thus far. But, keep trying; I’ll let you know if you ever get something right. Where’d you study Psychology ? Bob Jones University ?
Don’t know. How do you miss anything/everything ? It’s a mystery. Sure you wanna’ do this ? I can cut you off at the knees if I get started. I’m willing, but consider yourself warned.
Despite his famous optimism, he died.
Seriously, you’re in so far over your head that you have to look up to see down.
I like cartoons. But I don’t live in one, as some seem to. Not naming any names.