Prubangboy

Def true. So true, it warrants a brief thread jack: https://slate.com/human-interest/2023/11/strength-training-failure-strongman-lifting.html I'm 71, my western wife is 60. She's had some medical issues and her energy is very variable. We still have very strong attraction and chemistry. Moving that along to a horizontal encounter prob means: on vacation, late afternoon, pre-dinner. Because if we eat first... Let's round it up to around 6-8 times a year these days. I'm going to call 2024 right now as a solid 7. I envy guys who can enjoy P4P. For me, the not into me-factor kills it. I'm like, I'll just do myself instead. At least I'm into me. My wife would go along with it, but given the condom necessity and the cross examination when I got home, I've yet to see a prospect who'd be worth the trouble.

Transexuals and their imminent encroachment ("they're calling from within the house!!!") is a frequent hysteria here. My gym trainer is a little on the androgynous side. I use his services. Googled, couldn't find this new Brit feminazi law. Did see in '96 that homemakers were entitled to a bigger a share in one case. Whatevs. 'Got divorced in England in '09 too. I was told that whatever I wanted to toss her would be fine. Obv. diff circumstances. All around the world, divorce is going more and more default. In Florida, they just ended lifetime payments for wives. Republicans did it. Suck on that, Repub Country Club Crones. I laugh in their rich not really a witch faces. On that at least, we can agree. 15 years (YEARS!!!) later, I say let it go. Any feminazi's harshing your mellow these days? Me? No. 2 questions: -Do you think that slack-jawed, google-eyed, agog Canadian is really at risk for jail time for staring? ("What are you in for?" "Eye contact"). -Is long, protracted staring any kind of sensible woman approaching-game? For me, it's a no and a no. He'd do better on Tinder. But I love reading, futile, impotent rage stuff like that here. That, and girlfriend-fighting, are my fave kinds of posts. I def empathize with that bitter complainer. Used to be, you could have a little chat on the ATM line or with someone sitting next to you on the plane. But the younger set has clearly voted on this (online approach only), the world has changed, and it's time to think about moving on yourself and getting a life.

Again, I feel a big disconnect from my many compatriots here. They think feminists, transsexuals and The Woke are impacting their Pattaya bar stool lives in any way. It's like Thai people fearing ghosts. Meanwhile, I stride purposefully through life afflicted neither by Boy George, nor Sarah Jessica Parker, nor po-faced hippies, NOR ghosts. I'm bemused by the drama-queen pretend-afflicted here. They live in cheapskate sex paradise. And still, still they moan. Forever. -Partic the mopey, near-catatonic Starbucks stare-er in Canada. If they lock him up, I pledge $5 to his Go Fund Me defense fund.

Ubud is def a girlfriend destination, not for solo Bogans on the make -tho, plenty of pay for play is on offer. Fear not jail for shagging, Bogans. As I understand it, a Bintang beer coozie is a deeply prized Bogan status symbol, partic when spotted along side a Bintang wife beater. For Bogan-ologists, this is prob the best place to see them frolicking in the wild, just like you might spot gorilla's in Rwanda. It's def in the top 5 most tropically beautiful places, up there with Maui or Fiji. I'd put it up there as the equal of Chiang Mai and Luang Prubang in my SEA ratings. I'd compare it to Oaxaca or Santa Fe -vaguely spiritual places, with a much-collected art aesthetic, in a gorgeous setting. If you like their new age spa/yoga thing, it's prob the best such place on earth for the money (hence the Girlfriend destination recco). The Balinese dance and gamelan shows are deep, but severely patience-testing. Maybe a third of the audience will still be in their seats 60 minutes later. I've gone about a dozen times. Reading about it and listening to a little of mod-composer Steve Reich would help you develop an ear to enjoy it. Mickey Hart, the Grateful Dead drummer, is another mega-fan and his writings are another way in. 'Went 3 times; scratched the itch, prob done. Komodo Island was the most gorgeous part of Indo (skipping the now politically incorrect big lizard show). Sumba and Ubud would be a true 5* honeymoon. 'Can't fault Despansar as a 3 day town, partic if you want to buy wood carving. If you go to an Indo restaurant where they put a million little plates on your table, anything you touch, even with your elbow, will be on your bill. The rest will be re-collected for the next punter (so go for an early lunch before that chicken sate has been out too long).

Has this ever happened one time in the history of the universe? No. Who here can claim actual suffering at the hands of feminists? Well, maybe this clip. Enjoy (skip to 1:31). Always a cheer up.

Problem: Trad-women = dead in bed. For the interesting, nutty sex, you have to go modern.

Who is conscripted anywhere these days? Next up: They don't want to drive the stage coach either.

Woman like feminism when its going there way -until the dinner check arrives. But who doesn't want to have their cake and eat it too? Fair play, it arrived in the early 70's and got bigger each year. 'Can't say that about any other social movement. To enjoy endless, impotent, sputtering outrage at their galling hypocrisy, I recco the Dating Delusions channel on Youtube where many an angry, fatty single mom is demanding hot air balloon rides on the first date, while the site host wittily mocks them: https://www.youtube.com/@datingdelusions -Truly, hours of hilarity to confirm your every Pattaya barstool-born grudge. I like the Purple Pill Debate site where Feminazi's and Simps square off every day to urge each other towards extinction. But the long-term trend is clear. Since 70% of young woman identify as feminist, Feminism has won, fair and square, and will soon be merrily shoveling dirt on to the lifeless face of the Boomer patriarchy.

To paraphrase Prince: The Globule formerly known as Gamma.

Late 50's, I got my new wife's first initial tattooed over my heart. It was very small (literally thumbnail sized) and has subsequently blurred into merely looking like a Bic pen leaked in my shirt pocket.

I went out with a woman who asked me what I thought about Astrology - she later revealed she did so to determine my open-mindedness and propensity to judgmentally lecture (In woke-speak: Mansplain). Had I tish-toshed her belief in scorpions in metaphysical heaven somehow predicting my every move, I'd have been toast. But I love me a nutter. I asked her about the kind of Astrology she liked, how it was diff from the other kinds, and then we talked a bit about astrology in art. As my Dad taught me, people are a show without a ticket price. Milk them for whatever entertainment you can. People who want you to jump through hoops from the get-go do not get any less contentious as time drags on. OTOH, nutters are hotter in bed (in the short run). So unlike perpetually furrowed browed-Ron, I'm more along the line of take that nuts-ball and run with it. If a woman is nuts AND into me, she's just gone up a letter grade.

I've seen forums just vanish, so I didn't sweat it either way. I def didn't need to leapfrog somewhere else to have the same conversations. Relatedly, a garbage man in Seattle is making $70K with sweet benifets. So respect.

He did this exact same post a year ago. I made fun of him for referencing the long (long) moribund Redcat site and laughed at him for thinking that the Kamphaeng historic site was much bigger than a small Makro car park. The Bogan asked: "Wot about the karaoke opportunities?".

Please, please, more Bogan foodie wisdom. We bought two black pepper grinders. The Kampot one is almost done, the Ponchindary one (which is still better than cheap, Bogan-level black pepper) is still three quarters full. You're lucky enough to be in a place where your chance to enjoy stuff like diff kinds of black pepper is unique.. You judge a meal by how high they pile the chips on the plate, amIright? Bogan, just throw another shrimp on the barbie and be done with it.

Guys fighting with their girlfriends.

I'm a high earner, so it's $367 a month for me for Part B. I also have Cigna here for about $450 a month(I'm 71) with a $7,500 deductible. I have a dedicated fund to cover 2 big ticket health disasters at the same time. My odds of ever going back to the states are low. But a very esteemed poster here told of being glad he kept his home country national insurance because he needed a kind of chemotherapy that was not available in Thailand. I think the odds of having his bad luck are very low, and India has a chemo-industry at discount pricing. Still, Cancer can really wipe you out financially. So I follow his example and consider my $367 a month as a second wall against a health catastrophe. But then, the guy above makes the point that going back home when near death -to a hospital where they don't know you, while staying at a motel- is probably unrealistic. The US Healthcare system is in a free fall even for people who live there and are willing and able to fight with their insurers to get their bills paid. Just hopping off a plane? Sounds tough. I've researched the various cancers that might compel me to do this and had genetic testing which rules out 99.9% of them as likely on that basis. So for me, that $367 a month is sort of overkill. It's not a 100% rational decision. Were I to toss that $4,200 a year into a health savings fund, I'd bet I do better in terms of outcomes. I also view it as a charitable contribution to the very stressed Medicare general fund back home. Let some poor dialysis patient live high on the hog on my unused $367 payment.

Why would she be in that awkward pose on the carseat -except for what she was doing right before the pic was taken?

Kevin Costner called and wants his image back.

Very funny article in Slate about how even a zillionaire becomes a drooling bonehead when in lust for a woman -Def the most unintentionally hilarious pic of the year: https://slate.com/human-interest/2023/11/jeff-bezos-and-lauren-sanchez-vogue-photoshoot.html So, would I? No, will pass on the trout pout lips. He's Jeff Bezo and he can't get a Gwyneth. Sad. Have I gone crazy simpy in my life due to lust? Def. Prob the most with my wife. Since that worked out, simping is re-defined as success.

This is a PM I just got from the girlfriend: "This is another disaster. First, Pai on the cheapskate plan -'have another piece of meat on a stick, but not two', he said patting my midriff. Now, I'm stuck with Mr Moody in the two-Buddha town of Nan. Back in Cha Am, he urged me, Mary climb on, it's a town full of losers and we're pulling out of it to winnnn. And now, what? Shabu shabu for dinner? At best?"

Agree with the above that protein drinks are supplemental. I drink one from 7/11 every other day after weight training. It prob helps me about 10% in soreness compared to if I don't do it. It's worth 40 baht to not have to clean the blender. Likewise, if I'm having a crap protein pad thai kind of day, I might have one in the evening. It's good to be aware of how much, what kind, and how slowly digestive the protein you eat is. It will shock you how long a cheeseburger takes to become usable protein. My very unscientific personal experience is that the protein daily recco is too high to be practicably doable, at least for a 70 year old. I see recco's of drinking a shake before bedtime, so that you don't "waste" that sleeping time when you could be digesting still more protein. Let the body rest for a few hours, and then begin your protein force-feeding anew. More protein should be accompanied by more water. And more fiber. There's only so much protein you can realistically squeeze through the butt channel and protein digestion is very stressful on the kidneys. Drinks might work as a meal-postponer, but not as a meal replacement. You'll just get too hungry later on and devour a bag of cashew nuts.

And: If Thailand-boredom is currently weighing on you, Nan is going to sink you like a stone.

Just smoke a lot of weed. YOU'll become boring, but you personally won't feel any boredom at all. It's like outsourcing boredom.

I do recall that the tall ginger woman from The Thompson Twins moved to NZ, but I think that she left by now.

Much empathy for your story. How are you with that act today?