I told the last one of these eye roller “friends” of mine to show me an over 40 woman who doesn’t fall into those three categories and I would be glad to take her on. Until that day I will continue to have sex with young girls until they no longer find me attractive. As it stands now, they seem to be the only ones who even look at me with desire in their eyes. She told me, “Wow. what happened to you? You’ve gotten so hostile and cynical”. I told her “No. I just decided to go my own way”.  She had no idea what I was talking about and I wasn’t about to educate her.

You ceratinly owe them NO explanation…that’s what they would  tell you if the script was flipped.  If you care to offer them any justification then just smile and explain that all other things being equal e.g. general insanity, hypocisy, hypergamy, immaturity, bulls~~~, etc., that you may as well be f~~~ing a nice, young, tight, hotter model.  You can go on ask them why would you want to drive a beat-to-s~~~ 1974 Pinto when you can drive a sleek new Ferrari!

That should ensure that the old hags never speak to you again.

That’s exactly what it is.

Initially it felt awkward…you get stared at a lot, especially if the girl happened to be of a different ethnicity. The men all stared with huge grins. Younger girls kept shifting their gaze from me to my girl to me again and back and forth.  Sort of like they were trying to guess what was in it for them so they might give it a try. The conniving bitches start conniving early, don’t they? Older women (35+) all gave me that “I want to stab you in the esophagus” look.

The latter explains it all. Each time I became unencumbered  I looked around at the age acceptable dating pool and was  sorely disappointed. With age comes baggage and with baggage comes bitterness and with bitterness comes anger. I didn’t  and don’t want to deal with it. I could go on to explain the common causes of the anger and resentment but all of you should know the score.

True, the youngsters have baggage too. But really, how many suitcases can you accumulate by age 21? The generational differences require a high level of tolerance but this is easy for me. When forced to sit through a movie about a dope smoking talking teddy bear I consoled myself by admiring the ass on Mila Kunis and thinking about  the blowjob I was going to get later. Some of their music can be tough to take but then again so was disco. Language skills are quite imaginative…they are capable of taking the word “cool” and turning it into something polysyllabic. As for conversations I’ll not elaborate other than to say that sometimes they surprise me. Otherwise someone else in this thread already eloquently stated that getting them to talk isn’t the problem, it’s getting them to shut the Hell up.

Yes, it is all about money. I’m a very average looking middle age Caucasian man. Why should I merit the attention of a 23 year old African American part-time lingerie model? I have good jobs that are very secure and I have a part-time business. Much to my surprise when I’m talking about my jobs it’s they who inquire about the benefits which are excellent. These youngsters know how the game is played, especially the single mothers. It’s almost sad that they’ve been taught to be so calculating at so young of an age. All of my ladies held jobs. Few of them had higher education but I’ve yet to find a college degree I can stick my penis into so I don’t fret about such things.

So yes, it is all about the cash. Or so I thought. One day out of the blue I was given a fairly intense explanation why this certain Twentysomething was sharing a bed with someone twice her age. It wasn’t what I expected.

I had made a joke about her having to practice her golddigger techniques because she was too nice. She took umbrage at my insinuation, partially because it was true but also because of what she told me next. She said it was true that I was generous if I really got to know a girl, but it wasn’t all money. She said I was funny and I made her laugh. Okay so far. Then she said I was “Old School.” Haven’t figured that one out yet. Then she went on (paraphrasing) “you have two jobs and a business. You don’t smoke, you don’t use drugs, and you don’t get drunk on your ass every day. You never scream at me and you don’t slap me around. You have good manners. You never use filthy language and you never call me dirty names. You’re always on time and you don’t stand me up.  You always say “please” and “thank you.” You’re clean and you clean your house and you don’t need your mama to wash your clothes. You’re not mean to animals and you’re not mean to people. You ain’t ashamed to hold my hand or kiss me in front of other people.”

I was flattered, I was humbled, and I was surprised as Hell. Guys my age are so different from males her age it’s like we’re from another freaking planet. Guys her age have been so emasculated and effeminized and effeminate that they really aren’t that different from the girls. The boys have no social skills, no practical real world skills, and are so useless they’d starve to death in a supermarket.

She didn’t mean it but these revelations were a blow to my ego. Unknowingly she told me I was nothing special, just another run of the mill loser. But she and girls her age found me special because my competition (guys her age) were all complete losers instead of being a partial loser like me.

She was very sincere…I know that. I also know that as she gets older money will grow in importance until it is the only thing that matters. Simultaneously, all of the other qualities she mentioned will diminish in importance until they are completely irrelevant. Then she will find herself alone, lusting for and longing for money, money to buy power and money to buy friends. Her looks, long ago faded, will betray her, but she’ll use money to try to buy youth again…if she has any left.

As for me, I’m close to a 25 year old hair stylist. We were sexually involved but now it’s a friend zone thing. I know, I know, but I’m definitely MGTOW now and uninterested in a relationship or wedding pictures. For friends I’ll stay with the young ones who haven’t been completely indoctrinated yet. They do have some connection to reality. As for the bitches my age who killed that alpha male I used to be, shine up your broom and ride it to the store to buy cat food. Oh yeah, warn your sister to beware of tornados and falling houses.