So I’m at the coffee shop line-up on a cold morning when..January 23, 2013
.. i see the shape of a really hot looking blond in front of me in the line-up. I commiserate with my friend who came with me to Tim Horton’s that this woman in front of us was *my kinda lady*, to which he exclaimed “What… thin?”
[the running joke at our office is that i'm the only one that has standards that won't tap a fatty. Everyone else dies by the creed "It's all wet & pink in the end!" This my friends is the sentiment that has ruined my fair city and grown a generation of entitled slores that put the StayPufft marshmellow man to shame thinking they deserve well built men like me at their beckon call and that i should be so 'lucky' to get with them. I think i just puked in my mouth.]
I simply nod with his assessment of my shallowness and continue to eye this fine specimen in front of me.
So as she’s standing there, my brain automatically does what i spoke about here at SSM’s place.. not unlike the Terminator’s red eye that tracks proportions to see whether clothes fit. My tracking eye tells me what lies beneath the clothes
5’7″ - perfect kissing height in 3 inch heels/booties
blonde (i prefer brunette but will not disqualify) with a pony tail of golden locks
toned legs in tights wearing cute/sexy ankle warmers and heels
the coat obscured the hip/waist ratio but the legs gave enough information to extrapolate proper dimensions of hawt tight bod
face… unable to scan… no data available… continue observation…
So as far as i can tell, from behind she earned the M3 seal of approval!
When she finished her order and turned around and i got a good look at her from the front…. gahhh!
So i head back into the office to retell the story to the rest of my co-workers . Immediately, my co-worker who i went with starts playing up how ‘shallow’ i was, knowing full well it’s the great way to start of a lively discussion among us… and our female co-worker stood up and asked me just what.. was… wrong with her?
Did she look hideous?
What was it then?
She just looked… old.
The look on her face was both precious and stunning in one fowl swoop. I continued..
Don’t get me wrong, she looked a bit like my aunt, so she looks good for her age.
“OHHHH” she said “..so it’s about her age!”
umm yeah, why wouldn’t it?
She never did call me on it, and i questioned her later that day specifically asking her to tell me whether she viewed my actions as being shallow. She never took the bait. But from that micro expression that flashed across her face coupled with the age remark, the implication of *you bad man, you will leave a woman and trade her up as soon as she shows a wrinkle* could be felt for miles.
[This will be my last post about age, the wall, or smv value for a while. I just needed to pump this anecdote out and have fun with Photoshop since i know a ton of you are getting kicks out of it and probably spewing your coffee all over the monitor every now and again. Moving on...]
I understand the fear of women behind why they might feel this way. If you choose the wrong guy.. if you choose a Dr. Doom type persona, one that only ever considers his own interests at all times.. and you’re dumb enough to fall head over heels for him and respect him and love him and adore him and sex him up trying to win him over and he never returns the love, emotional availability and supportive reassurance you require beyond platitudes of an ass slap or telling you ‘aww yer great toots‘ when you fetch him a beer (the reverse of the beta who marries a gold digger and gives and gives and gives without getting so much as a kiss or a handjob only to get divorced), well you’re in deep fucking shit if you’ve done deluded yourself into your 40′s and he picks up and walks away with a 20 year old. [Record breaking run on sentence FTW!] Because hey, that’s what uncaring selfish pricks do. But they’re pretty easy to spot. Well… easy for me anyways..
The problem is, MOST guys.. especially the Beta’s… are not the Dr. Doom type. They don’t have the ego, charisma. extroversion or sociopathic tendencies to pull off such a ruse over the short haul, much less a long one. Hence why they’re Beta’s. Even most Alpha’s aren’t sociopaths. But for some strange fucking reason… it seems one too many women got simply magnetized to these alluring men and seek them out, perhaps because they fulfil the dark triad traits so well by their very nature! Then they rationalize it away by telling everyone within earshot “Oh you don’t know him like i do, he’s a big ol’ softy”. Sure he is toots. Sure he is. The entire feminist belief system that a majority of men are shallow creatures just waiting upon the first grey hair to bolt should be a fucking downright insult to every man walking this earth that wanted to be in a serious relationship with that girl to grow old together with as a team! Loyalty, duty, respect, selfless service, honor, integrity are the values decent men cherish and bring to the table as men!
Yet the stereotype of the caddish cheating philandering and wife trading male persists as being innate in ***all*** men!
This lark is PURE. FUCKING. PROJECTION by the minority of women who like moths to a flame got burnt by their own choices and lack of awareness. There is no epidemic of men leaving their old wives for younger women (maybe hollywood, not elsewhere).. there is however a divorce epidemic in the America’s where women are incentivized to leave on a no-fault whim to the tune of 67%(or higher?)… or simply turn off the taps of intimacy and respect or go cheat on a man thereby forcing him to fill out the remaining 23%.
We are not the hypergamous sex my dears. Not by a fucking long shot. BRIFFAULT’S LAW doesn’t apply to men cupcake.
No sir-eee bob.. the majority of men are not sociopaths. You know what else the majority of men are? Here a hint… [LINK]
Yes… it is women who have so much to fear from teh ebil menz waking up one day and just saying “Hmmmmm no sir, i don’t like it.” and packing a suitcase to go walk off into the sunset.
So now that we’ve taken that wonderful link laden trip throughout the main fear of aging women and the diabolical trope about men leaving their wives for younger and hotter playthings after years of being together, let me use my own experience to detail why it’s so insidious and used to scare women to keep them from marrying young, instead telling them to go running out to amass a shit ton of debt for a worthless degree just so you could be a wage slave for the majority of your fertile years instead of placing your priorities where it actually counted and would reap benefits a thousand times more worth and value than your earnings so you could buy a lavish condo to live in with your cats. Ohhh, and if you believe the lies of the 0.82 cents to every mans dollar cannard, it’ll take you even LONGER to pay.
Ohhhh, and to any fucking feminist trolls that may be roaming looking for carrion to shove up their shnoz, listen up. My ex wife was half year older than me, it never… EVER crossed my mind to even think such a thing.
While we were courting, while we were engaged, when we got married and while we were living together with my beta supplication killing her attraction towards me. Even at the lowest point of my separation i still thought she was beautiful which only made the pain of the split even worse. It was only 6 months removed from the marriage and having broken all ties with her financially, domestically and emotionally that i began to notice. Once the blinders were off could i start to see her ageing before my eyes. She’s still a very good looking woman for her age, i give credit where it’s due.. (like i said, i got high standards, and she’s Polish) she’s fit, stays in shape and i would still quantify her as attractive. But with no more love left in my heart..
DO YOU FUCKING THINK I WOULD CHOOSE HER OVER A 25 YEAR OLD???
And this was a woman i loved and adored for years! 17 to be exact. While not ideal, actually she was a terrible case of ‘friendzone’.. we pretty much grew up together and had a lot of memories over half our lifetimes. That still accounts for something. I still have feelings for my ex and there are days when i do miss her.. at least the part that was cute, bubbly, affectionate and looked up to me with respect and adoration. And even that is not enough NOW to make me decide to choose her again over a woman 10 years her junior.
Because that love is no longer there to blind me.
So now that you know all this…
IF I WOULDN’T GIVE MY EX-WIFE ANOTHER CHANCE AT THIS POINT EVEN WITH OUR HISTORY, WHY SHOULD I GIVE A STRANGER LIKE YOU ONE WHEN I CAN STILL LOOK FOR SOMEONE YOUNGER?
If marriage and kids are your ultimate prize, prioritize, build a strong relationship early with a man you can envision being a father and nurture it, fight for it, go to war for it. Because it’s certainly not up to me to save your dream of ‘having it all’ once your alarm goes off after you’be been hitting the snooze button around 15 years. Danny rightly unloads a volley of truth in today’s post which i will truncate here:
She gave me the standard, “why can’t I find a BF. “I have a great job, make great money, I’m well educated, I’ve travelled. What’s wrong with me.” My answer was simply.
“The problem is you need to find a GF. Men don’t give a fuck about any of the crap you listed. I’m more attracted to the chick serving me fries at my burger place than a 30 year old business women.”
She was stunned. This woman WANTS a family and marriage.
And you know what?
My name is M3 and i approve of this message.
And THIS does not make me shallow, no matter how many feminists shit their shorts reading this.
Note** this is not a piece about me hating old women, not telling ladies that are hitting the wall their life is over. What this is can be summarized as a tale of the boogey man. Look, i’m in the midst of trying to date a single mom right now. As i said, i don’t want kids… at this point in my life so she would fit the bill. She already has a kid, i don’t have to worry (much) about an oopsie. But this will be a relationship that never leads to marriage and would never lead to me having kids. Make sure you grok that as the take-away from this. While i will entertain a relationship with an older woman providing it adds good things to my life.. it would never cross into marry/kid combo. And if that’s what you want in life, do what you can to avoid the big bad boogey man.
However, if i ran into a 23 year old tomorrow who made my life extra bright throughout, i could actually consider coming out of retirement…
Warning – I guess i should have put this at the top of the post but this is a link heavy article. If the internet crashes…