getting old totally sucks without a life partner

[EXTRAPOLATER]

Proof I'm getting old. Politically correct--bullshit--commentary.
No longer homophobic, I remain heterosexual. No women around regardless.

It's never bothered me before, as it has lately. Not a lust, thing, but just in desperate need of such an anchor. All of this being 'grounded' bullshit that I'm subjected to via literature or psycho commentary. That expression--being grounded--has fucked with my head, lately, as I have been whatever the antonym of that ineffability is.

Speak English, asshole.

When life has seemed the most surreal, lately, that is when I feel the opposite of grounded.
Hard to describe.

I know a lot of this M-F (or otherwise) team shit doesn't work out, but I would take whatever degree of special that many of you lucky fuckers are anchored to.

Freedom is overrated.
What isn't?

 

[EXTRAPOLATER]

Disillusionment.

Perfection.

I recently finished a 2-hour peer group discussion forum at CCMF (Canadian Centre for Men and Families, here in wherever I am). I've felt mildly out-of-place due to most of the participants relaying their legal or other issues with some partners, or former partners, where the term 'narcissist' gets thrown around a little more than my sanity accepts.

As mentioned, I guess sometimes the shit doesn't work out. Whatever 'not working out' means is beyond my understanding. Idealized bullshit is a fantasy. That's why I absconded from these allusions to reality. Nihilism is a condition that cannot be recovered from.

Save what you can.
There is no ideal.
And, please, shoot me.

Did I mention fuck the Leafs? Least of my problems. Another 2-week distraction would've been tolerable, however.

Keep on jackin' mad.
One of these benders will relieve us.

The helmet is way too tight.

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[EXTRAPOLATER]

Happy Mother's Day. Post mortem.

And, apologies.

Fuck this shit.

Molly wants a cracker.
Bucket list.

 

[freelancc]

sending prayers...

 

[hedgehog]

Proof I'm getting old. Politically correct--bullshit--commentary.
No longer homophobic, I remain heterosexual. No women around regardless.

It's never bothered me before, as it has lately. Not a lust, thing, but just in desperate need of such an anchor. All of this being 'grounded' bullshit that I'm subjected to via literature or psycho commentary. That expression--being grounded--has fucked with my head, lately, as I have been whatever the antonym of that ineffability is.

Speak English, asshole.

When life has seemed the most surreal, lately, that is when I feel the opposite of grounded.
Hard to describe.

I know a lot of this M-F (or otherwise) team shit doesn't work out, but I would take whatever degree of special that many of you lucky fuckers are anchored to.

Freedom is overrated.
What isn't?

Match.com you will be swimming in it. I went through divorce And that’s where I went. Good luck

 

[MadJack]

How old are you, Mike? It is Mike, right? 😂
My memory sucks these days.

I’ll guess, early 50’s?

I’ll go with 52. Obv have nothing to go by.

Maybe it’s mid 60’s, going by your taste in music?

 

[MadJack]

Match.com you will be swimming in it. I went through divorce And that’s where I went. Good luck

This’ll keep you busy. Another distraction?

 

[Revolutionary Intentions]

Hang in there, trap. Hedgehog speaks the truth. I’m not a divorce type, but if I ever find myself single, I would bang 28-55yo frequently for a year or so. The older you are in my range, the hotter you have to be. I guess that probably goes without saying lol. After that, start to actually date a little bit, trying to find reasonable partner, and then settle into a groove. Good luck , or should I say happy hunting.

 

[EXTRAPOLATER]

Age. Think Leafs. Born in 1968. Kerry Frasor 99 high stick no-call was one birthday present. Long-winded way of saying 57 on May 27th. Darryl Sittler, aye?

The responsibility it takes to maintain such relationships has never been one of my strong suits. I've got a buddy who swears by the online meets but I've not given it a go. The libido still fucks with me, even later-50's, but its the companionship that I am romanticizing, using that expression as a colloquialism for an overestimation of its value, if that computes.

I figure this site has mostly male users, and I suspect a decent age-range exists. Many of you with the offspring roaming around, some even pursuing their own continuation of our species. I don't know what I was thinking, within, and I suppose that it can make me a little distraught with how much taking for granted seems to go on in our interpersonal relationships. Certainly guilty, myself.

Site search is tempting. Match_com, I believe was mentioned. Fuck inhibitions.

Never dealt with a psychologist, before, for any one-on-ones. Got an intake appointment tomorrow, May 23rd, as I am presently seeking alternatives to self-deliverance. Always been there, as a consolation prize, just waiting to be redeemed.

You can always do it tomorrow.
Always a day away.

peace, if you can find it

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