Pops wrote:
I am married to a Tica. I met her at Zona Blue. I love her. She loves me. I do not live with her(she has habits I find anoying). I support her and two Ch*ldren I consider my K*ds. I have no illusions that I am young and handsome. I'm 68. I see other women whenever I want. I do not care if she sees other men. I get what I need from her emotionally and sexually. What she does when we are not together does not worry me. I can replace her in five minutes. The rule is if she chooses to do something it is done completely outside the knowledge of the K*ds. They are what is important to me. Enjoy the quality time you get to spend with any other person. If it is not great, it is time to move on. Try to get to a point in life where you don't need someone else to make you happy. The truth is they can't make you happy. You have to find happiness on your own and enjoy it with them.
You smooth operator!

You got the best of both worlds! I like the not living together concept

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Years ago, here in Florida, I had a high strung high maintenance girlfriend, crazy on top of it all, but we had a lot of fun when she was in her normal state, and both of us were weird enough to belong to each other, normal people wouldn't be interested in either of us...
We both were in real estate and mortgages. She knew she was crazy and difficult, everyone including me and her mother told her so. I joked if we ever got married we should get a duplex, me in my side, she in hers. She had a sweet daughter, but when she hit her teens, she started following in mom's footsteps. she was now giving to mom what mom dished out to everybody, especially me, poetic justice. I said looks like we're going to have to get a tri-plex...
That was 25 years ago, I was 45, she was 30, I was excited about having a gorgeous hottie younger than me, exotic mix of Latina and Caribbean, Indian and Black, fabulous body, beautiful face and award winning ass, you could balance a glass of wine on while she's standing still. Unfortunately her craziness even made me give her up.
Shortly after her I was entering my 50's and discovered Costa Rica. You mean I can have all that and send her home and pick a different one next time and rarely have any headaches? I was sold. Another monger is born!!!
I recently looked her up on facebook. You guessed it. 250 pounds...Whew, dodged a bullet, and no need for a tri-plex...my ex-wife, too. Used to enter beauty contests, was once in top 10 in Miami Cuban "Miss Calle Ocho" got looks where ever we went, had not spoke with her thirty years, found on fb...250 pounds. I remember my mother who was from France (nobody French is fat in spite of all their food and vacations) she warned me most Latin girls blow up when they get older...
I'm 63 now and single for life...unless I set up a "Pops" deal, that may not be so bad....
