Last weekend, i ran into some of my old mates from once upon a time.
EVERYONE is playing house. Even the former playboys. The few stragglers grabbed hogs. The one lad still has it but I cringe at most of what I see. Many are dad bods.
Several held out. Many had great runs. The cringe parts are, several are playing house with women who had ghosted and likely were on the carousel. Now, at a ripe age of nearly 30, its time to get cereal.
The chat was mostly about playing house and happy wife. Happy life. #puke #cringe
I am close with a few lads there but I am on a entirely different life trajectory. A few took shots (playfully) and about getting serious with women more my own age.
NOPE. Similar to the OFFICE, "I Haven't met the right one.... One day!" (NOT SRS).
I cannot stress enough about blending in. Plausible deniability. Act accordingly in my life path. Pretty sure it is a 48 law of power reference.
I don't know what the **** is going on. Getting older boys. Still not the least bit checked out.
Game on. Full throttle.
Definitely not on the beaten path. Wish everyone well but not sure if this is real life right now?