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There absolutely is no solution to your problem. And no amount of money and agents can fix the issue. Best thing you can do is to not ever return to Thailand. That is the only way forward for you. Take my advice and thank me later, you'll be happy you did. 👍🏼

For many the mental part never ends. Also, the ones who don’t accept changes, reminds me of many of the men who go to Pattaya and sit in beer bars slapping their knee while listening to 60’s rock being played by an off-tune bar band. But if it makes them happy, then why not.

Susan projecting again.

That wasn’t an answer to anything.

Susan only stays at the absolute cheapest places. Tight budget issue. But I assure you, it doesn’t get any more boring than mopping floors in a sanitarium.

No need for in and out. You need to keep it inside and do the left to right thing.

Susan, you are not finished counting words. You need to go back and count every single word and then come back again and give us a full report.

You've never made a useful one Susan. Sad.

Yet, you can't stop posting about it.

You can't be serious? You can't read the subject of the topic? Susan, always the problem child. 🤦🏻‍♂️

So that's how you roll. Got it.

Coukd be the year of his car, when he moved to Southern California, or anything. 🙄

Post Photos or it didn't happen.

Who cares. He's weird too.

Weird.

Disgusting. You're sick Susan. Get help.

No disrespect, but it never gets boring. It's all a mindset. And some men start to have physical limitations because of reduced hormone levels, but then it's misconstrued as it being "boring".

I think more to the point is that many men praise the maid-like things their wives do for them when in fact what they really need/want is simply a maid and not a wife. But those are the kinds of things they tell themselves when they try and think about what's so wonderful about their marriage. How many times do men say "She is so clever, smart, has taught me so many fascinating things, is an amazing chess player, wonderful to travel with, and can suck the chrome off a trailer hitch first thing in the morning"? No, it's more like: "When I was sick and couldn't walk for 2 weeks my wife got me some street food, drinks from 7-Eleven, and cleaned things up. She's so wonderful. She must really love me".

As long as you got the cash you can play sit and spin with a girl 1/3 your age at least 3X a week, have a fun and exciting time doing it, feel invigorated and fully alive, and not deal with any fuss about it. That's what really keeps older men young. I'll bet most of the men who talk about married life being so wonderful after 20+ years haven't felt excited about having sex in nearly as long. And then they will go on to tell you that sex doesn't matter to them anymore because their marriage is so wonderful in so many other ways. Shhyeah, so says the man who hasn't had any off-the-charts sex in decades.

Your only imaginary friend was bob smith and now he's gone. So sad for you.

"special and different"

"No pop-lem. I can do bee-cott I lubb u too mutt. You berry goose man. Jai-Dii neh. Bick heart. Gibb me money too mutt so I take care my famm-a-leee neh no need working ok. Gooose!"

You write some truly weird sh*t Susan. But then again, something is off with you and you always have. Always worried about money and hunting for bargains too. How bizarre.

Is anything you say real Susan????

Following is the post bob will post in the next couple of days when he suddenly reappears: Guess Who’s Back? Bob’s Wild Spanish Adventure! Well, well, well… Looks like I’m back on AN sooner than anyone thought, huh? Don’t say I didn’t warn ya! 😏 So, remember how I was all set to jet off to Europe for those “hot prospects” and my dream pool villa in the south of Spain? Yeah, about that… Turns out, things got a little too hot to handle, and not in a good way! First, let me tell you, the Spanish villa market is WILD. The place I had my eyes on? Apparently, it was haunted. No joke. Every night I was there, I heard this weird wailing sound. I thought it was just the neighbors partying (as you do in Spain, right?), but then the locals told me the villa was built on some ancient burial ground or something. Spooky! I didn’t sign up for a real-life horror movie, so I bailed on that deal. Then, there’s the whole matter of my “hot prospects.” You know that big business meeting I was talking about? Turns out my so-called “business partners” were running some kind of olive oil Ponzi scheme. I kid you not. They tried to rope me into this plan to sell “extra virgin” olive oil that wasn’t exactly virginal, if you catch my drift. One taste, and I knew something was up. I might be many things, but a fake olive oil salesman? No, thanks! And just when I thought I’d had enough, my flight back to Asia got diverted to Greenland because of some volcanic ash cloud. Greenland! Of all places! I spent two days trying to learn to ice fish from a guy named Olaf, who only spoke in grunts. Let’s just say, I’m no Bear Grylls. I barely survived on some weird dried fish and snow cones. So, here I am, back on AN, where the air is free of volcanic ash, and the olive oil is 100% legit. I know you missed me! Let’s just say the European dream is on hold… for now. Who knows where I’ll end up next? Maybe I’ll move to the moon! P.S. I’m still working on that all-day drinking marathon, so if I get a bit wild, consider this your warning. Ban me if you want, but you know you love having me around! 😉 Cheers to unexpected adventures and even more unexpected returns! bob.