Excellent post, Wet Nose!
Wet Nose,
I posted about this very same situation several times last year. You just happened to do it a bit more eloquently than I did. If I were you, I’d feel the same way about Carol. In fact, I’d have a huge grin on the inside and the word that would come to mind is: “Karma”. Your idea of Mother Nature doing the speaking for you is worthy of a major-league high-five and a chest bump. Young women (WESTERN women) are besotted with their own sexual powers to the point that they A] feel it will last forever, B] don’t exercise it wisely when it is at its peak and C] they are actually SURPRISED that there comes a day when they can’t even get positive male attention. What comes around truly DOES go around.
Enlightened Self-Interest
[QUOTE=Rock Dog]Try some place in South America. A nice house might cost 80 to 100 thousand. By that measure, 100 grand a year would be enough to be rich. Eating out? $40 for 4 people.... times 2000 would be only 80 grand a year to be rich. Getting laid? $50 a pop in a lot of places..... by that measure you could live like a rich guy if you only made 50 grand a year.[/QUOTE]I couldn't agree more.
If I can twice resist the temptation to do a call girl, it pays for my ticket to anywhere in South America.
One more time, and it pays for the apartment for a week or two.
For each additional time, I will have enough cash to get laid five times (minimum) in a county like Costa Rica or Colombia or Argentina.
So if I skip just five temptations here in the States, I can use the money saved to travel to an exciting monger destination, stay for a week or more, and get laid at least ten times with young, beautiful, appreciative GFE chicas.
And yet all of my family and friends are totally amazed that I can afford to travel outside the country a few times every year!
So while I am able to travel just enough to keep the juices flowing for now, my eventual goal is to someday take my savings, social security, pension and the equity from my home, and then retire as a rich man in chica paradise, wherever the U.S. dollar is strongest.
I literally cannot afford to "waste" any of my sperm in the good old U.S. of A. I am saving it all for the chicas who deserve it so much more.
I thank god every day that Jackson created this board and enlightened me about the world outside this sex prison of ours.
Thank you so much, Jackson.
I love you, man!!!
DB
Toxic Trophy Wife Syndrome
Guys: This is a forum that puts women in their place. We look for women to fuck becasue many Western women think they are too good for it. Even a couple of trolling hookers want their say as if they have something positive to contribute. Here is what can happen if you marry one of these fucktards and we all know examples.
Once, powerful men wanted trophy wives. But now, according to research to be published in the journal Labour Economics, the earnings gap between married couples is narrowing. Men today are more likely to want a dynamic high-flier.
A victory for feminism? Sadly not. The reason for this change, I believe, is that rich men have cottoned on to the sinister side of the stay-at-home wife: unless you marry an equal who's going to pay her own way, you will end up with a lazy, over-pampered slug.
Many men of my acquaintance have become deeply bitter and disappointed about how their wives have changed since they hung up their working wardrobes, and made the transition from trophy wife to toxic wife. These are university-educated women who work for a couple of years before harnessing themselves to a milch cow and "having it all".
In the 1970s, "having it all" meant effortlessly maintaining a beautiful home, raising perfect children, keeping the husband sweet and having some sort of career and financial independence. Today it's a whole new ball game.
"It's a perversion of the evolution theory: they have evolved into creatures whose function is to get the most for doing the least," an exhausted husband recently told me. "I wouldn't mind providing her with so much if she did something for me occasionally. She's never even cooked me a meal."
"She doesn't know the definition of sacrifice," said another angry husband. "Relationships are meant to be about compromise, but all she gives me are ultimatums."
"Can't you just divorce?" I asked.
"I'd lose everything I've worked for, including my children, and be paying her an indecent amount of money for life."
One irate husband remarked: "They not only become utterly vacant, they never entertain anyone outside of their small circle of other vacant wives. They become obsessed with perfection, grooming...in a word, boring."
"I have to take the children out of the house every Sunday morning and wander around with them," added another, "because my wife must have a lie-in. Sunday is the nanny's day off, you see."
"My wife," said a third, "gives over the whole of the weekend to what she calls 'me time'. Retreats, mini-breaks, a spa, even art classes...all of which I pay for. What do I get in return? Nothing."
There are five tell-tale signs that the trophy wife is turning toxic, apparently.
* She gives up work, ostensibly to care for the brood, only to pack the children off to boarding school or private day schools.
* She wants to move somewhere more rural/suburban that suits her idea of family life, yet location-wise is exhausting for her commuting husband.
* She demands wall-to-wall help, which nearly always includes an abused Filipina who works 12-14 hours a day.
* She refuses to fulfil the traditional contract of the non-working spouse in terms of doing anything for her husband.
* She expects her husband to fulfil the traditional but anachronistic male role (such as paying all the bills).
Here is a typical day outlined by one husband of a toxic wife:
5.30am: Husband leaves for work.
7.45am: Filipina brings wife tea in bed.
8am: Nanny takes children to school.
8.30am: Breakfast and the papers.
9.30am-4pm: God knows; possibly gym, spa, shopping, boozy lunch with friends, nap or massage.
4pm: Nanny collects children from school.
5.30pm: Nanny gives children tea and goes home.
7pm: Filipina gives children bath.
7.30pm: Wife goes to book group.
9pm: Husband returns and roots around for a ready meal.
10.30pm: Wife returns. Bed.
10.35pm: Sex? In your dreams.
The above timetable is hideously parasitic, and so is the woman behind it. The other day I nervously accepted an invitation for lunch with an old school friend who had married a rich banker.
She led me into her kitchen and held up a fork. "How shoddy is that? It has a disgusting piece of encrusted potato on it. She can't even unload a dishwasher. I'm going to have to sack her. And this morning she stacked the pink towels amongst the white ones. Can you believe it?"
The terrified Filipina maid was in the room with us. "Juanita!" snapped Olivia. "This is your last chance. Do you understand me? You'll be back in Manila in a week."
This was surreal. I had no idea real people lived like this. Yet, minute by agonising minute, it got worse. In her pre-toxic wife days, Olivia was amusing and droll. Now she spent her days rotting her brain with alcohol, and bossing an army of staff. I asked her, "Don't you miss your old job, your financial independence?"
"Why on earth would I want to struggle, feel tired and look old before my time?" she replied.
I left, suffering from toxic-wife rage. The outside world felt like a haven of normality. How I pitied these successful men who had naively hoped for a domestic goddess, only to end up with a diva.
But the game is over, toxic wives; your milch cows have seen the light. You are toxic, trouble and about to become extinct.