can’t he’p mah se’f
Tam’s talking about Cheating, and all of the talk and all the bullshit surrounding jesse and Tiger and whatever.
All i can say to this is ‘Free at last, free at last, I thank God I’m Free at LAST!!!
Look, my dick still works just fine, thankyouverymuch. No trips to the Viagra Triangle for me (Though for a while the BP meds didn’t make me happy, at least until I got them sorted out).
I was married to the ice Princess for seven years. I walked away from that relationship with a toolbox, a $75 car, the clothes on my back, my dog, and a Nikon F3, for which I had to borrow lenses if I needed them. Oh, and a woodie like a telephone pole.
For the next several years I devoted my behavior to constant horndogging, and let me tell you, I did my best.
I’m not gonna give any details lest people who are low on brain bleach read this, but suffice to say, I did what i could to wear it out.
And I got it out of my system.
All men of a certain age, as it were, should get it out of their systems, OUTSIDE OF COMMITTED RELATIONSHIPS. If you are about to enter into a committed relationship and you have not GOTTEN IT OUT OF YOUR SYSTEM you need to think hard about what the hell you are doing. And if your soon-to-be significant other hasn’t had that little come to jesus moment, then you need to let him/her make that decision too.
Certainly, the desire doesn’t diminish, if you’re healthy. And certainly, the opportunities present themselves. (if I had a dollar for everything that fell- almost literally- in my lap, well, I’d have several dollars)
The good news is that I don’t even have to pretend anymore. The ogwife is all I will ever need, and ever be desirous of. I flirt, of course, but it ends there. I also look, of course, but the women I look at? They ain’t a studyin’ me. At all.
So: My opportinities are in my past. I had them, I used them when it was appropriate, and I relish the memories. And the opportunities I might have now? Well, for anyone who hasn’t met me, I’m a fat old man with bad hair and a bad attitude, no ass, and a 12 year old ride with 366,000 miles on it. The girls will not be beating down my door. Ever.
Free at last, free at last, I thank God I’m free at last!
I got a damn fine woman, finally.
Don’t need another.
Couple of years or so ago I saw some show on James and the bikes he makes. He was building one for some singer, and after it was done they were going on a trip to Mexico. Early on the singer asked about James’ wife: “She left.”
“What happened?”
“Well, I do whatever I want to whenever I want to, and she got tired of putting up with it.”
At the time I thought that at least he knew where the problem was. He know, but apparently doesn’t care enough to do anything about it.
“And I got it out of my system…The ogwife is all I will ever need, and ever be desirous of.”
Exactly. …and many, many young women are also just as eager to test the equipment as the young men are.
As a landlord of Student Housing, I can say I am witness to that fact.
I remember those days, too, Og. Getting it out of your system (especially when you are young) is really important, otherwise the torment is nearly unbearable.
To be a prude when you are young (ie be a ‘good boy’ or ‘good girl’) may not be a wise thing in this case because of the nature of our libido. Society does not really have a stable algorithm to deal with this subject and I wonder how I will deal with it if ever I have children who ‘come of age’.
Heh, I probably would be the kind of Dad who would have the ‘Ten rulz to date my Daughter’:
http://www.funnyhumor.com/jokes/1116.php
Or may have the boy listen to this song before each date:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ELmJHrmtCcU