Knight of Roses
Senior Don Juan
- Joined
- Apr 17, 2018
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I like to post little tales of my experience as I venture through life.
Years ago there was a girl I chased hard. She was 26, I was 32. I thought she was the one I was suppose to marry. Needless to say, she flaked on me 6x in a row and eventually after several weeks of heartache, I moved on.
Interestingly. We kept in touch infrequently through the years. This past summer we went out a few times and I eventually ended up smashing it. After which she become more attached and demanded more of my time. You may think I should have been pleased right?
No, I was indifferent. I had a rotation of many younger women and her appearance and overall presence as someone pushing 30 did not appeal to me other than an occasional one night stand. I wanted the 26 yo her, not a 30 yo version. Her stock fell, mine has continued to rise.
Don’t sweat girls that don’t feel you boys. Time is not kind to them and after a while, you’ll have so many other prospects, their departure will be meaningless to you.
Slay on, Slayers
Years ago there was a girl I chased hard. She was 26, I was 32. I thought she was the one I was suppose to marry. Needless to say, she flaked on me 6x in a row and eventually after several weeks of heartache, I moved on.
Interestingly. We kept in touch infrequently through the years. This past summer we went out a few times and I eventually ended up smashing it. After which she become more attached and demanded more of my time. You may think I should have been pleased right?
No, I was indifferent. I had a rotation of many younger women and her appearance and overall presence as someone pushing 30 did not appeal to me other than an occasional one night stand. I wanted the 26 yo her, not a 30 yo version. Her stock fell, mine has continued to rise.
Don’t sweat girls that don’t feel you boys. Time is not kind to them and after a while, you’ll have so many other prospects, their departure will be meaningless to you.
Slay on, Slayers