Random disjointed thoughts....
As for American women, when I was young and handsome in college but living in jeans and t shirts and driving an old car, living in the dorms or dumpy apartment, I had all the women I wanted. At that age, most women don't care about money, they want what we want...good looks. If I could afford to take them to a medium quality restaurant for college K*ds, that's all the money I needed.
Fast forward to mid 30's when I was divorced, still looking good, nice car and house, good job, but certainly not rich, again, I got all the girls I could ask for.
Fast forward to my 40's and early 50's, I was not into women my age, I was working for Lehman Brothers, had a great income, drove a luxury sports car and had a condo with Ocean view, still no millionaire, but the younger women I craved worked out sugar daddy arrangements, I could have had women my age but didn't see any that I liked...
Now that I'm early 60's, I still look reasonably good for my age, I am a little overweight but since I'm big and a gym rat, it doesn't show that much in clothes, I have numerous ladies my age available to me, and I only have a modest part time income with my savings and social security, but I have no use for old women, many are quite nice, many are fun to be with, many are cool, but...they are old, wrinkled and totally undesirable sexually to me, even the good ones, that is my affliction.
The solution?
Costa Rica and the pay for play program, enjoy all the offerings of young beautiful sexy horny women, pay them, send them home, don't get involved in their issues, their drama, their headaches, rotate them, stay with the fantastic ones, jettison the pain in the ass ones and remain single until the final battle with the reaper...
I'm a member of some non monger mixed sexes blogs with fellow Costa Rica living N Americans and there are surprisingly many wealthy women living here dying to meet American men down here. I may consider one last stab at being an elder gigolo if I find one who allows mongering...
One incident I remember, when I was young 30's and working for a millionaire, Norman Braman, I was ordered to pick up his white convertible Rolls Royce and bring it to the dealership for servicing and return with a rental car. I drove the Rolls through downtown Miami, top down, it was quite a thrill. For several blocks I had to stop and start at traffic lights and drive slow, many pedestrians.
I was stunned at all the pedestrian beautiful young women smiling at me, waving at me, calling out to me, I could have got one in the car and drove off if I wanted. Ladies, my real car was a Pontiac 350 GTO Ventura with Hurst shifter and stabilizer exhaust with hot rims and low profile tires, it can blow this Rolls into the ditch, aren't any of you impressed?
Oh well, I had my fiance, a beautiful sexy but totally insane woman happy I had a good job and apartment, good enough...
