MatureDJ
Master Don Juan
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This really sums up wht being a DJ is all about, and all also the problem with women these days, and men's ultimate revenge.
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I was at a friends house just a couple weeks ago. He is a long-time employee of a local, major firm. Well-established, secure, blah, blah, blah. A friend of his came over. Very much the same situation. Both guys are in their mid-thirties, never married, make PLENTY of money. They are buying their own homes, have AT LEAST two new vehicles, a sporty ride, and a truck to haul their toys, of which they have quite a bit--jet skis, boats, one has an ultralight, the other an airplane in a hanger at Paine Field. One has a nice cabin cruiser moored at Lake Union. Both guys are very intelligent, great personalities, fun to be with, interesting, great taste in food, music & clothes (both totally straight, by the way) and I would consider both of them to be quite good looking. Not GQ, but certainly 8's on any scale.
Now, I'm older than both, not as successful, but I am sitting there thinking these two must be the living example of what any woman would want, so why are they totally single? The subject turned to dating. These easy-going, affable, successful guys both INSTANTLY became spitting mad. They absolutely raged about the whole mess--the women who expect them to 'prove themselves' and 'earn' them (usually by none-too-hidden suggestions when passing jewelry windows at the Mall ("Ooo, that's pretty! I'd like one of those! " and crap like that. "Why don't you take me to Cabo for Valentines??"
The bottom line is that neither one of them date, and haven't for at least a couple years. Oh, they'll flirt, they'll have fun, and if they can bed someone, they will. They have both not only given up on any kind of relationship, but have come to embrace and enjoy their bachelorhood without reservations. They have totally given up, and are so much happier for it. Truly content with their lives, maybe for the first time in their lives. They have their toys, they enjoy their weekends on their boats, flying or pursuing any number of hobbies without anyone petulantly resenting their freedom. They have no games to play with anyone, and their friendships and activities are far more rewarding than trying to second guess some drama queen constantly vying for attention. This is exactly how they described it. They don't care, and they are so happy that I had to sit there and actually admire them. They don't fall for any of this, "Try and impress me..." crap. They have finally found that equilibrium in life that all guys wish they had, and they did it by learning to live without the games and bull**** that you so honestly described in your post.
Now, these guys are not pompous, arrogant jerks by any measure. I've known one over 15 years. Nice guys all around; always treated women well, but got treated like a living ATM machine by everyone they went out with, even the girls who started out nice and changed with time. "Impress me and I might like you!"
I don't blame them. In fact, I learned a lot that evening about what it really takes to be happy, and it has nothing to do with trying to 'impress' anyone, especially women. These are very much the kind of men women don't want to admit exist, because it takes the very wind out of their sails; someone that won't chase them; worry whether or not they are 'making points' with, or impressing them. Men who DON'T look up and stare when they come into the room because they DON'T CARE who enters the room. Their friends who have earned their trust & friendship the old-fashioned way are the only ones who really matter to them.
So, enjoy the game while you can. Before the wrinkles start about 35, or so, and your ass starts to sag and your voice deepens. On your online profile 'option' continue to put income amounts twice of what you make and age requirements several years under the age you delicately lie about. Years will pass and you will continue to gather in your little groups in your trendy little watering holes and wonder where all the 'real' men have gone with increasing desperation year after year until you are just some bitter, angry bar fly who has seen better years and nobody wants anymore. But, oh! You played the game so well in your day...you got what you deserved--every bit of it. Everybody wanted you. Some of them got you. But, in the end you will be alone. And somewhere you fear this more than anything. While the ones you 'could have had' are learning to be happy all by themselves, or with someone for whom life is not all about 'The Game.' You think you've reinvented yourself, but it's still the same old song and Billy Squier had you pegged possibly before you were even born...
"...You see ’em comin’ at you every night
Strung on pretension they fall for you at first sight
You know their business--you think it’s a bore
They make you restless--it’s nothin’ you ain’t seen before
Get around town, spend your time on the run
You never let down...say you do it for fun
Never miss a play, though you make quite a few
You give it all away when everybody wants you
You crave attention--you can never say no
Throw your affections anyway the wind blows
You always make it--you’re on top of the scene
You sell the copy like the cover of a magazine
Puttin’ on the eyes ’til there’s nobody else
You never realize what you do to yourself
The things that they see make the daily reviews
You never get free when everybody wants you
Everybody knows you
Everybody snows you
Everybody needs you...leads you...bleeds you
Nights of confusion and impossible dreams
Days at the mirror, patchin’ up around the seams
You got your glory--you paid for it all
You take your pension in loneliness and alcohol
Say goodbye to conventional ways
You can’t escape the hours--you lose track of the days
The more you understand, seems the more like you do
You never get away...everybody wants you..."
******************
I was at a friends house just a couple weeks ago. He is a long-time employee of a local, major firm. Well-established, secure, blah, blah, blah. A friend of his came over. Very much the same situation. Both guys are in their mid-thirties, never married, make PLENTY of money. They are buying their own homes, have AT LEAST two new vehicles, a sporty ride, and a truck to haul their toys, of which they have quite a bit--jet skis, boats, one has an ultralight, the other an airplane in a hanger at Paine Field. One has a nice cabin cruiser moored at Lake Union. Both guys are very intelligent, great personalities, fun to be with, interesting, great taste in food, music & clothes (both totally straight, by the way) and I would consider both of them to be quite good looking. Not GQ, but certainly 8's on any scale.
Now, I'm older than both, not as successful, but I am sitting there thinking these two must be the living example of what any woman would want, so why are they totally single? The subject turned to dating. These easy-going, affable, successful guys both INSTANTLY became spitting mad. They absolutely raged about the whole mess--the women who expect them to 'prove themselves' and 'earn' them (usually by none-too-hidden suggestions when passing jewelry windows at the Mall ("Ooo, that's pretty! I'd like one of those! " and crap like that. "Why don't you take me to Cabo for Valentines??"
The bottom line is that neither one of them date, and haven't for at least a couple years. Oh, they'll flirt, they'll have fun, and if they can bed someone, they will. They have both not only given up on any kind of relationship, but have come to embrace and enjoy their bachelorhood without reservations. They have totally given up, and are so much happier for it. Truly content with their lives, maybe for the first time in their lives. They have their toys, they enjoy their weekends on their boats, flying or pursuing any number of hobbies without anyone petulantly resenting their freedom. They have no games to play with anyone, and their friendships and activities are far more rewarding than trying to second guess some drama queen constantly vying for attention. This is exactly how they described it. They don't care, and they are so happy that I had to sit there and actually admire them. They don't fall for any of this, "Try and impress me..." crap. They have finally found that equilibrium in life that all guys wish they had, and they did it by learning to live without the games and bull**** that you so honestly described in your post.
Now, these guys are not pompous, arrogant jerks by any measure. I've known one over 15 years. Nice guys all around; always treated women well, but got treated like a living ATM machine by everyone they went out with, even the girls who started out nice and changed with time. "Impress me and I might like you!"
I don't blame them. In fact, I learned a lot that evening about what it really takes to be happy, and it has nothing to do with trying to 'impress' anyone, especially women. These are very much the kind of men women don't want to admit exist, because it takes the very wind out of their sails; someone that won't chase them; worry whether or not they are 'making points' with, or impressing them. Men who DON'T look up and stare when they come into the room because they DON'T CARE who enters the room. Their friends who have earned their trust & friendship the old-fashioned way are the only ones who really matter to them.
So, enjoy the game while you can. Before the wrinkles start about 35, or so, and your ass starts to sag and your voice deepens. On your online profile 'option' continue to put income amounts twice of what you make and age requirements several years under the age you delicately lie about. Years will pass and you will continue to gather in your little groups in your trendy little watering holes and wonder where all the 'real' men have gone with increasing desperation year after year until you are just some bitter, angry bar fly who has seen better years and nobody wants anymore. But, oh! You played the game so well in your day...you got what you deserved--every bit of it. Everybody wanted you. Some of them got you. But, in the end you will be alone. And somewhere you fear this more than anything. While the ones you 'could have had' are learning to be happy all by themselves, or with someone for whom life is not all about 'The Game.' You think you've reinvented yourself, but it's still the same old song and Billy Squier had you pegged possibly before you were even born...
"...You see ’em comin’ at you every night
Strung on pretension they fall for you at first sight
You know their business--you think it’s a bore
They make you restless--it’s nothin’ you ain’t seen before
Get around town, spend your time on the run
You never let down...say you do it for fun
Never miss a play, though you make quite a few
You give it all away when everybody wants you
You crave attention--you can never say no
Throw your affections anyway the wind blows
You always make it--you’re on top of the scene
You sell the copy like the cover of a magazine
Puttin’ on the eyes ’til there’s nobody else
You never realize what you do to yourself
The things that they see make the daily reviews
You never get free when everybody wants you
Everybody knows you
Everybody snows you
Everybody needs you...leads you...bleeds you
Nights of confusion and impossible dreams
Days at the mirror, patchin’ up around the seams
You got your glory--you paid for it all
You take your pension in loneliness and alcohol
Say goodbye to conventional ways
You can’t escape the hours--you lose track of the days
The more you understand, seems the more like you do
You never get away...everybody wants you..."