Prubangboy

On 9/9/2024 at 7:47 AM, RSD1 said:

 

Have you ever joined any MeetUp groups? 

Yeah, I had a Malaysian meal in Ekami on Sunday. About 2 thirds women, half Chinese and half Thai.  

Most of the women are looking at these events and most of the men are not.

2 hours ago, sidjameson said:

 

Known many men who are a 5 thinking they're an 7, looking for what they believe to be an 8

 

-when statically speaking, lining every women in the country up end to end she's a 9.5

 

Fair play tho, I did shoot a woman from the meetup a Line and we're going out to dinner.

A lot of my fellow oldies were very weak on approaching. If a woman was talking to another man, they were incapable of politely inserting themselves into the conversation.

So my old age sex advice would be to take your shot, if a woman laughs a bit and it's plausible that she might go out with you.

Chris;s bleak, brutally honest reflections are gold to me. What will you do differently?

On 9/6/2024 at 6:53 AM, Prubangboy said:

 

 

I'm going to an Internations Org. meet up tonight to try my luck. I hear that where the white women over 40 in Bangkok congregate like impalas around a watering hole.

 

Am I risking physical injury by informing retard-fist fight threatening Susan as to my whereabouts? If it comes down to it, I'll just say I'm not me. 

 

And then whisper "40 baht gym" to him just as the elevator doors close.

The problem with singles events:

If you were desirable, you wouldn't need to be there.  

Everyone is looking for the bargain who shouldn't be there. Everyone thinks that they are that bargain.

Disappointment ensues.

And: total sausage fest, 8 to 1 male/female ratio.

Mostly old guys and women in their 40's.  Heavy on the Indian/Arab mix.

Nice to get out, but.....

Reading that article, much sobbing about illegals selling stuff on the street.

Who's buying this crap? White people.

I just sold my Christmas Tree farm. The Guatemalans who used to rotate up yearly (illegally) to trim them have moved on to house-painting for more $$$$.

No whitie ever trimmed a Christmas tree in the Trumpian bootstrap-nonsense back water I called home.

How do we have an economy without illegals?

If you thought inflation was bad before, wait until you have to pay whitie wages to get a cup of coffee poured.

Yeah, shame about that. More illegals mean more crime. Duh.

You want no illegals. And you want coffee. How to solve this problem?

How very poseur.

No white people are making coffee in Manhattan. Maybe you could volunteer.

How do we have no immigrants and still have takeaway coffee?

11 hours ago, mdr224 said:

I dont understand why conservatives are a minority here. The democrats that live in thailand are self-hating

If you hate them and they hate themselves too, isn't that a win/win all around for you?

What if I want a coffee from a deli in Midtown?

No brownie's mean nobody there to put it in the paper cup for me. The last white person to do so did it in the mid-80's.

Do you have any solution to my coffee problems or just more butt hurt wailing?

I'm old. No one cares if I'm a real man or not.

I like FredWiggy's posts (up to a point), but if I want to be nice or admirable, I will, and if I don't I won't. 

Again nobody cares. As George Bush said, taste the freedom.

38 minutes ago, Cryingdick said:

Football coach has also been reduced to asisstant defensive coordinator. Bare in mind this is high school football we are talking about.

When I lived in the American South, the desire to coach high school sports was so demented that a half a dozen assistant coaches lolling about doing nothing was not uncommon.

Thank you for letting me know about assistant coordinators. Every coordinator needs someone to send out for coffee.

I can't remember a VP getting so much press. It's just down to Trump not being entertaining anymore and Harris being a blank slate that the VP's are the only way to fill up media space.

Time to wish you well with your wife and avoid your humorless self forever?

Please be less English. It's killing you.

34 minutes ago, Gottfrid said:

After 12 years together we still find new ways and new places.

If you have somehow discovered a new orifice, please claim your Noble Prize.

Ear's don't count, you can barely get in.

I really wish hookers could get me hard. My ultimate conclusion is that if I want to have sex with someone who's super-not into me, I have 2 ex-wives to dial up.

I envy the powerful suspension of disbelief I read about here. A 5 who's into me trumps a 9 who just wants a nice handbag. Posters like RDS and Yagoda are my idols.

In the meantime, I'm waxing it twice a day until I eventually fall into some kind of situation ship. I have the prostate of an 18 year old boy. Thank god he doesn't want it back.

I'm going to an Internations Org. meet up tonight to try my luck. I hear that where the white women over 40 in Bangkok congregate like impalas around a watering hole.

Am I risking physical injury by informing retard-fist fight threatening Susan as to my whereabouts? If it comes down to it, I'll just say I'm not me. 

And then whisper "40 baht gym" to him just as the elevator doors close.

10 minutes ago, StreetCowboy said:

This thread was the first time I’d heard “MGOTW”.  For blokes that don’t care about women, they seem quite misogynistically obsessed. 

Gotta agree.

If you are in fact a Man Going Your Own Way, at some point, you do have to actually shuffle off and go some version of your own way.

You can't keep looking over your shoulder, hoping that women will notice (and regret!) that you have left the playing field. Tho I do respect the very stoic renunciation aspect of what they're saying.

Downgrading women as a life focus can make some sense for some men, and possibl7 for most men at some point in their lives.

Post recent painful breakup, I am def in some version of monk mode. I doubt it will be permanent, but at 72, you never know. I'm not angry at women, or my ex. I just want to be off the merry go round for an indeterminate while. 

And it feels very chill. I have been chasing women for 60 years. The only thing I have liked longer is chocolate chip cookies -which I am also giving a hard miss of late.

Me too.

Sooo many variables: are they really into you. Will they stay into you? Are you into them back? Why?

Suppose you're a homely old loser and nobody is into you?

After my dismal rub and tug attempt, I took her out for sushi. Using the translator app, she told me a lot about her voo doo-like candonomble faith. I told her about Buddha. I loved seeing a Buddha in a whore house. Prob not a thing in Thailand.

Sweet kid, she offered me a free re-do after she ordered up a second tempura. All in, cost less than a private day tour.

I am willing to wear the shower of judgement and worrying about my impact on "society" like a badge.

3 minutes ago, RSD1 said:

I would argue that this often isn't even the case. I've had some stellar performers, freaks! And many will please you in ways that you would be to shy to ask your own wife to do. 

4 minutes ago, RSD1 said:

I would argue that this often isn't even the case. I've had some stellar performers, freaks! And many will please you in ways that you would be to shy to ask your own wife to do. 

That def sounds fantastic and I envy you those times.

But I am the opposite of a demisexual. Those people need to have an intense connection to their partner to feel horny. I am a reverse-demi. I just need them to be super-attracted to me.

I have zero moral judgement of others who have different sex temperaments.

At 71 and in need of yet another year in the gym, that's always going to be a small cohort. What I want from a woman is not purchasable. Like I said, if I could, I would.

But if many guys CAN purchase it, I'm really happy for them.

As to sex you'd be too shy to ask your wife for, I say marry a diff wife. Sex compatibility trumps all other non-moral issues in a marriage.

1 hour ago, StreetCowboy said:

 “… he could be me, if I ever do … “ is more inclusive.

 

Footnote:

The thing about being woke is to try and understand other people’s viewpoints, and share a vocabulary that allows consensus on issues where you agree, and silent non-confrontational divergence where you do not, rather than ideological trench warfare.

You can read about my failed attempt at prostitution in my Brazil Travel Report. 

Not for me. Glad others are busting a nut in peace.

30 minutes ago, Cameroni said:

 

 

 

Regarding prostitutes I have the same issue. I just don't see them try as hard as girls in a rel anyway.

 

I am saying don't pay women because it's much better for you and your fellow man

Crap sex at cheap prices. The only person who seems let down by this prospect is you.

I see only sex-pragmatists here who are realistic about how hard whores should "try".

I'm only willing to give up a tiny bit of mental bandwidth to worrying about the globe aspects of my specific behavior affecting my "fellow man". J

ust like my fellow man isn't really all that into my own individual welfare.

This world view just seems like a virtue signaling downer.

On 8/22/2024 at 9:27 AM, Cameroni said:

 

Why do we have to pay to all eternity because we have a sex drive? Something should be done about this.

What, exactly?

We are all free agents. We can pay, seek out other options, or abstain.

What makes you worry so much about "society"?  Society never gives you even a passing thought.

Make your own choice. Tend your own garden.

I wish I could get into having sex with prostitutes and seriously envy people who enjoy it.

But if they're not into me, I can't really get hard. I'm like, "let me do me, at least I'm into me". If I could pay women to be into me, I would. But I tried, I failed, and I gave up.

To dress up my own particular temperament on this as a moral stance or a prescription for others would be mad.

The nearest parallel I can think of is gambling. It's another minor vice that I find baffling. Do I feel the need to tell people not to buy Lotto tickets? No. Because I am not a crazy person.

I don't get the judgement of this person.

Are the judgers here giving any money to charities like Cabbages and and Condoms -or will their sputtering OCD retardation be the full and complete extent of their fake concern? We know the answer in advance.

He's upfront about what he wants, seems comfortable in his own skin, harms no one, and engages with consenting adults. He's not relationship material and he's not torturing anyone by pretending he is.

He seems broadly happy and well-adjusted, and enjoys a good troll.

Except for the whore-thing, he could be me.

Some São Paulo thoughts:

It lacks much of a definable downtown. And it's very hilly, like San Fran. For a county's business center, it feels very lax.  And it really sprawls. We went up to some Empire State Building-like overlook ($10 for a small pineapple juice) and it was a very Bladerunner view -an endless series of mostly white towers, punctuated with bits of green. It's def greener than Mex City.

The low-rise area I am staying def reminds me of Polenco, Mex City. there's a couple of bar restaurants, a small supermarket, and lots of barking dogs. Everything being so spread out makes it feel a bit dead or a bit chill, depending on your temperament.

You're never far away from an arty protest-mural or an ugly modern sculpture. A lot of people are wearing heavy metal tee shirts. For some reason, Iron Maiden appear to be gods here. I went to the rock tee shirt mall and Iron Maiden was at least a third of it. Nirvana and Pink Floyd are distant seconds and thirds.

Popped into an avant garde concert. A fat woman was wearing a dress made of meat. If any old punks here remember Nina Hagen, it was like that. All ages at the show, everyone dressed to death. A bit of a trial to sit through all of that dirge-like wailing, but when will I likely ever be at underground-type event again, sitting on scaffolding? I was partying like it was 1979.

Not much uptick food wise here, but there was a dim sum place I went to twice in Japantown, which was much smaller and dumpier than I thought it would be. Tried upscale sushi and it was like hotel buffet sushi in Thailand. They seem to love Italian food, but it's like Coneheads guessing at what it might be like. Much better Bahia food than I had in Bahia. Best meal was an Indonesian place, where everyone was eating Pad Thai.

I went for a massage. The tattooed cutie took of all her clothes and did a lot of body to body rubbing. She said, "let me be your Brazilian wife". I didn't want a hand job, but we had a sweet little snuggle.

My friend had the sugar baby he's auditioning bring a friend for me. She's studying Freud (big here at Iron Maiden-levels). "I have Daddy issues" she said, and smootched me hard in the parking lot, hoping to rope me into a thousand a month deal.

I also went to Scandalo's, a Scarface-movie luxury brothel out by the airport. If you take a shower, they will put their face back "there" as part of the standard program. 'Had a lovely plate of sushi, some zany "back there" chats with my translation app and passed.

I'm not a pay for play person at all (tho I love to hear about it from others), but compared to Thailand, it seems like this is a much more erotic and friendly place to do all this stuff.

It shows how sex really is cultural, that a place that is western in sexual outlook makes for a more visceral connection. It's not nearly as in your face as Suk Road, It's all tucked away with no signs and down side streets.

I will happily come back here next year, not just for friendship maintenance, but because I haven't felt like I was was in a truly foreign-feeling place in a very long time. Very little outreach to tourists and not much to entice them to linger here. I'll bet there's a tourist vibe in Rio, but not at all in São Paulo.

The Salvador beach was a very dirty, cigarette-strewn, very narrow strip of very brown sand. One of the best beach days of my life.

Packed in with paid loungers and umbrellas barely any room to move. Sellers of everything from cheap sunglasses to prawns on a stick. Huge boomboxes blaring Afro-Brazilian beats. People of every gender kissing. Fatties in thongs, by the dozen. All black. Where else on earth could old whities dip into this without fear or dread.?It was like Negril, Jamaica without grief. 

We asked for spliffs, two small ones arrived. Like the kind of weed you had in high school. Mine had a twig in it. Then the downer at the end: An $80 tab. For "protection" from the police. We bluffed a bit, but another big guy showed up.

We paid. And tried not to let it kill our vibe. Those 4 hours were worth it.