You know, guys, while this thread hasn't exactly risen up to the level of being a "mature man" issue, distinctive to older men, and thus could have been placed in other forums; while I was out and about tonight, there was one aspect of the evening which does apply to the "mature man" which we really don't see in our younger counterparts.
I went to two venues, accidentally dressed in red attire—I didn't even realize it was V-Day when I woke up for work. At the first venue, an upscale bistro, I made a surprise visit to some friends, one of which is a close female friend whom I've had sexual tension for some time. She's 39 but looks 30 and she was dressed to her best. She always captivates my attention because she's an engrossingly fascinating woman. Meanwhile, I pretty much didn't look at another woman, other than to think "Nice ass!" and then to get back to thinking about something else.
While I was walking between venues, this homeless guy accosted me while holding a sign which basically solicited "partying" in exchange for a beer. I had no cash, so I declined. When I declined, he said "C'mon, I know you want drugs." I don't take drugs... from strangers. He then persisted, "Yo man I can get you girls." He was fairly clean and a rather confident fellow, so he may have, but here's my point. I said no. "You don't want GIRLS?" With all sincerity and speaking from the soul, I said no, no I don't. I wished him a good evening and went about my way.
At the second venue, this upscale bar, I hung out with a buddy and the place was fairly populated when I got there. The place kept on filling up with ladies; very attractive, dressed hot for the "special" evening, and of course on the prowl. Guys were swarming on them, of course, but I hardly paid attention to their presence. I was more interested in hanging out with the buddy, and I was more interested trying to surf the web on my phone and getting frustrated at the ridiculously slow connection, then I was at possibly getting lucky. I left the bar early, while it was so packed and jumpin' with hot ladies, out of boredom. Great looking wildlife, but nothing I want to touch.
The evening highlighted the trend I've noticed over the years. I can be in a bar with scores of arguably beautiful women and yet of them all I might be attracted to one or two. Young guys are notorious for basically wanting to hump anything which moves, two arms and two legs optional, but as we get older, men's eyes wise up and become a whole lot more selective.
(On a side note, before all this going out, I had a dinner in a burrito joint. Sitting at the table next to me was this chubby guy sitting with three chubby girls. He seemed a rather nice fellow but all three wobbling penguins seemed so cruel. I felt bad for the guy. But it illustrates, I think, the whole "AFC" vs. "DJ" thing. He presumingly couldn't get a date, so he hung out with three snakes with tits who were miserable; maybe, just speculating, because he felt poor company was better than no company. I, on the other hand, dined alone and was cheerfully happy.)
I went to two venues, accidentally dressed in red attire—I didn't even realize it was V-Day when I woke up for work. At the first venue, an upscale bistro, I made a surprise visit to some friends, one of which is a close female friend whom I've had sexual tension for some time. She's 39 but looks 30 and she was dressed to her best. She always captivates my attention because she's an engrossingly fascinating woman. Meanwhile, I pretty much didn't look at another woman, other than to think "Nice ass!" and then to get back to thinking about something else.
While I was walking between venues, this homeless guy accosted me while holding a sign which basically solicited "partying" in exchange for a beer. I had no cash, so I declined. When I declined, he said "C'mon, I know you want drugs." I don't take drugs... from strangers. He then persisted, "Yo man I can get you girls." He was fairly clean and a rather confident fellow, so he may have, but here's my point. I said no. "You don't want GIRLS?" With all sincerity and speaking from the soul, I said no, no I don't. I wished him a good evening and went about my way.
At the second venue, this upscale bar, I hung out with a buddy and the place was fairly populated when I got there. The place kept on filling up with ladies; very attractive, dressed hot for the "special" evening, and of course on the prowl. Guys were swarming on them, of course, but I hardly paid attention to their presence. I was more interested in hanging out with the buddy, and I was more interested trying to surf the web on my phone and getting frustrated at the ridiculously slow connection, then I was at possibly getting lucky. I left the bar early, while it was so packed and jumpin' with hot ladies, out of boredom. Great looking wildlife, but nothing I want to touch.
The evening highlighted the trend I've noticed over the years. I can be in a bar with scores of arguably beautiful women and yet of them all I might be attracted to one or two. Young guys are notorious for basically wanting to hump anything which moves, two arms and two legs optional, but as we get older, men's eyes wise up and become a whole lot more selective.
(On a side note, before all this going out, I had a dinner in a burrito joint. Sitting at the table next to me was this chubby guy sitting with three chubby girls. He seemed a rather nice fellow but all three wobbling penguins seemed so cruel. I felt bad for the guy. But it illustrates, I think, the whole "AFC" vs. "DJ" thing. He presumingly couldn't get a date, so he hung out with three snakes with tits who were miserable; maybe, just speculating, because he felt poor company was better than no company. I, on the other hand, dined alone and was cheerfully happy.)