LAdiablo wrote:
ok a dose of reality here
mongering is fun no question
but if you think you've reached some glorious nirvana sitting on a barstool in CR well good for you
its about as shallow and vacuous a pursuit as any in the world
im far from a philospher and certainly not judging what anyone wants to do w their valuable time
but if you think the fact that you choose to spend your end game paying for pu*sy makes me envy you lol
you've basically insulated yourself from reality in a house of mirrors
again if thats what you've always wanted then bully for you
unless you've got some switch where you flip off your humanity then you realize it for what it is
paying poor women to spread their legs for your pleasure
it can be hot and steamy and fantasy and all of that
its also soulless and empty in the end of that i'm pretty positive
and to say theres no options in the US is more about you than the women here
most of the guys i've known over the years opt for a relationship at some point
that takes actual effort and dealing w that whole reality thing
puff your chest out, brush your teeth, pop a pill and fool yourself you're still the young lion
after 40 or so years of phucking the act itself is sort of redundant wouldn't you say?
that is unless there's passion and intimacy involved
but i'm sure you get that on the regular paying the DR chicas
like i said idc wtf anyone does w their lives but if you think the average guy envys you thats hysterical
almost as funny as the guys who cry about the working girls that phucked them over but not quite
Gosh, LA,
I truly want to thank you for reaching out to me and admonishing me of the error of my ways, I was a blind fool until I read your post, crying on the inside, laughing on the outside, sitting on a barstool at HDR, downing my beers and of course, crying in them.
I'd like to politely refute some of your expert and intuitive psychoanalysis and insight into my personal life, since you've never met me, but seem to know my true frame of mind, and the vacuousness of my empty existence...
First of all, since I'm a teetotaler, and two beers, two glasses of wine or one mixed drink is my limit, and I rarely even have them, you'll only find me on an HDR barstool on a rare occasion, usually ordering bottled water, a coke or coffee.
In fact, unlike several fellow expat mongers here I know, I'm probably at HDR maybe 3 or 4 nights a month, and usually just to watch the show and hang with some buddies that always seem to be there and enjoy some laughs, empty and sullen as they may be.
You'll find me on a SL barstool more often, but that's because they have the best fish sandwich in town, and I sadly also find solace of my vapid and empty life, chomping down on well made, always delicious sea bass. You see, I'll escape my pathetic existence, not only in empty sex, devoid of love, but tantalizing my lustful taste buds as well.
I also might add I'm not "fooling myself" and "thinking" I'm a young lion, every morning when I awaken and look in the mirror washing my face and brushing my teeth, I can see my grey hair and old face, I realize who and what I am, an older man, getting older by the day.
Some of the components of humor, for those individuals who "get" humor, are facetiousness, exaggeration, gaiety, all wrapped up into a final punch line, in my writings I attempt that, and perhaps foolishly assume my readers comprehend this, but perhaps in my old age I'm just not that funny anymore, and don't realize it, and my readers misinterpret my jest, somewhat based in reality.
On the other hand, maybe some of them are getting old and grouchy and bitter and miserable with their own lives, and derive satisfaction in lashing out at fellow CRT members who still try to keep things light and funny.
I miss the olden CRT days when most brothers laughed at each other, laughed at themselves, exaggerated their prowess, showed pics and recommendations of girls they've been with, now we have many morality players tut-tut-tutting each other, professing their own moral superiority and lambasting fellow members, and in their own minds, strutting with the gods and the saints, and if that gives them jollies, by all means, have at it.
Now I never said there's no options for me romance wise in the USA, it's just that I no longer find women in their 50's and 60's sexually attractive, love it or hate it, that's my personal hang up and I'm sticking to it.
I have a lot of lady friends in the USA in that age range, and I enjoy their company, we talk about our old hippy days, friends and relatives, all types of things, we really enjoy each other's company, it's just that I don't want to boink any of them.
If there's fellow mongers who are single and pursue older single gals in the USA, looking for rapture in true emotional bonding and love, please don't let me disparage your desires, it's just that I find it's not for me.
I think most if not all single aging bachelors into mongering would have preferred to have stayed with their wife, growing old together, building a family and life together, I unashamedly confess I wish I had, but it just wasn't in the cards. People change, people get divorced.
Also, I might add, I have other things to do other than sitting on barstools lamenting my sad pathetic empty life, I still run a small business from my home computer, I'm a gym rat, still do martial arts, enjoy the magnificent nature and people of Costa Rica, walk and hike and explore, have several "normal" hobbies, and regularly stay in touch with family and friends in the USA, visiting often since it's a quick and sometimes cheap trip back to S Florida, and have meaningful caring relationships with them, my business partners and even my customers.
It's just that at my age, I have no desire to pursue an old gal in hopes of getting back the life I once had when I enjoyed marital bliss before things went sour and I got divorced. For those that do, and are successful, like the song says about those about to rock...."I salute you".
Me, I choose to follow a different drummer, I hang with Mick Jagger and as for sex with gorgeous "poor women spreading their legs for my sordid pleasure", like only rock n roll..."I like it, I like it, yes I do"...
As Maynard Krebs used to say..."Is THAT so wronnnng????"
As for the wimmins I choose, since I live here now and have little need to proposition high priced girls at HDR looking to make a quick big paycheck and hit the door, I develop favoritas. Several I've known for months, one I've known for over a year, years ago I had one I knew and have been with since she was 18 all the way to 31 when she finally quit the biz for good.
Now I'm not so foolish to think any of these girls love me nor do I want to love them, and I'm aware they wouldn't be visiting me and providing excellent poontang if $50 to $70 wasn't part of the equation.
Even though I look pretty good for my advanced age, I don't delude myself into thinking they think I'm sexy or handsome, but the girls who are my favorites like me and I like them, I make them lunch and dinner, take them out for a lunch and dinner, and we have fun frivolous conversations, and sometimes serious conversations about their lives and what their goals and dreams are.
I consider them friends, not just tight bodies, firm breasteses, bbbj providing mouths, plump rumps and tight pussies, but friends, and sex is just a part of the relationship, and dammit, I like it!!
In conclusion, I know many CRT members who used to be entertaining, informative fun writers here, but they got disgusted by the changes, and the angry accusatory confrontations and admonishments of members who are convinced of their moral superiority, and gleefully delight in making suppositions about total strangers and issuing accusations and insults.
I'm thinking the laughs and the guffaws I provide the brothers who are bright enough to know I'm being facetious and exaggerating for effect and humor, no longer outweigh the tut tut tuts I end up on the receiving end of, and perhaps it's no longer worth it.
I'll probably just end it and keep my comments to answering questions about giving advice on good nature parks, good restaurants, how to exchange dollars to colones, what hotel to recommend to newbies, and just quit trying to have fun and entertain those who appreciate humor.
Like my brothers before me who used this forum for fun and laughter and ended up being repeatedly attacked, it's just no fun anymore, I'll cede control of CRT to the despondent, the angry, the bitter, the frustrated, the know it alls, tha lecturers, the admonishers, CRT now belongs to them.
I know, I know, I won't let the door hit me on the ass as I exit, and I'm sure there's several not unhappy to relieve themselves of my deranged excessive sense of humor.
Perhaps it hits a nerve with many of them, because me thinks the ills they accuse me of...they themselves live it and deep down inside are unhappy and miserable about it, so they get their jollies off inferring writers and contributors like me are guilty of it is well.
That's my story and I'm sticking to it....
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