Showing posts with label beautiful women. Show all posts
Showing posts with label beautiful women. Show all posts

Friday, 19 March 2021

The Vagaries of Romance and Depreciating Assets

This is an old one, perhaps before  Tinder and other dating apps had hit the market and made it easy for casual sex without commitment or relationships with commitment.

Now, I understand that nobody would want to marry a loser, or someone on a low income.

I wouldn't marry someone covered in tattoos, who does drugs, and now after a lifetime of experience, someone who isn't sexually motivated.

But hey, my well-qualified wife married me when I had no marketable qualifications. She married me for love, that abstract condition that everyone talks about, but none of us really knows much about.

My wife wasn't a gold-digger, but she obviously had an innate feeling that I was a person who would come good. 

And I did. I always provided for my family and improved my qualifications and status as married life progressed.

I believe I've been a good husband and a good father, but I never earned $500,000 per year. Our combined incomes never came close.

We've had a good life, cared for our kids and retired in a sound financial position while earning much less than half a million annually.

So, what is it really that this woman wants?

My guess is that it wasn't really some self-describing "spectacularly beautiful 25 year old" who wrote this, but a single guy on much less a salary who was pissed off at a woman or women generally who only wanted wealthy partners.

We'll never know the truth, but I thought the answer by the Investment Banker was excellent.

As Sir Winston Churchill is said to have responded to a woman who called him a "drunkard", "In the morning madam, I'll be sober, but you'll still be fat and ugly."

Maybe the 25 year old who wrote this article will be, "far less attractive, single and broke" within a few decades. Life has a habit of levelling the playing field doesn't it?

Robin

Sunday, 18 October 2020

Now I have a new descriptor ...

Not only am I a white, aged, heterosexual, married, Australian male, I'm also cissexual.

I always knew I was the "I" in the acronym LGBTQI - Intosex, but not until recently did I become aware I'm also cissexual. What does that mean? I identify as the gender with which I was birthed ie, male.

Obviously, I could have chosen to identify as one of the other 72 genders, but being male was good enough for me and it's continuing to be good enough. I'll die a male, it's too late to change now.

I have a wife, two children and a grandson who all know me as a male. My friends know me as a male.

I have enough trouble buying men's clothes that fit, how in hell would I cope with some tight-fitting gym slacks or a dress? And whatever I chose, I'd never, ever look as beautiful as Miss Bo (?) whose photo appears here.

Look at that lovely slim, shapely body. The smooth, flat stomach, the lovely lips and nice breasts. Wouldn't it be heartbreaking if she decided to think of herself as a male or any of the other supposed genders?

I don't know about you, but I think she is perfect as is.

Stay well.

Robin