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mrpathetic
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I’m just glad that I am a grumpy old man, and I will never have to go out on a date again. (Or court anyone. I know, there is a difference.)
There are some benefits to growing old. You don’t have to attend high school, you’re not eligible for the draft, and you don’t have to go out on any dates. (p.s., I am 44 years old, but I classify myself as an old man. I have the mentality of someone who is in their 70’s, rather than their 40’s.)
I can imagine no circumstances under which I would ever go out on a date again. Even if my wife died, or if our marriage was annulled, I would just never do it. I would rather be waterboarded down in Camp Guantanamo…
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I hated dating, when I was still looking for a spouse. I hated the entire process, of having to attract a mate, and somehow convince them to marry me. In retrospect, it was so degrading and humiliating. I hated having to put up with the constant rejection, the mind games, the exploitation, etc. I was rejected more times than a door-to-door vaccum cleaner salesman. It was sickening.
Why would I subject myself to that again? To what purpose? To what end?
I have two children. I have successfully reproduced. Even if I were single, and eligible, searching for another spouse right now would be so pointless.
I will allow my children to date, now that they are 16 and 18. (I guess I will allow them to “court” - I will supervise what goes on.) They need to find mates, so I guess the they have to endure this as well.
There are some benefits to growing old. You don’t have to attend high school, you’re not eligible for the draft, and you don’t have to go out on any dates. (p.s., I am 44 years old, but I classify myself as an old man. I have the mentality of someone who is in their 70’s, rather than their 40’s.)
I can imagine no circumstances under which I would ever go out on a date again. Even if my wife died, or if our marriage was annulled, I would just never do it. I would rather be waterboarded down in Camp Guantanamo…
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I hated dating, when I was still looking for a spouse. I hated the entire process, of having to attract a mate, and somehow convince them to marry me. In retrospect, it was so degrading and humiliating. I hated having to put up with the constant rejection, the mind games, the exploitation, etc. I was rejected more times than a door-to-door vaccum cleaner salesman. It was sickening.
Why would I subject myself to that again? To what purpose? To what end?
I have two children. I have successfully reproduced. Even if I were single, and eligible, searching for another spouse right now would be so pointless.
I will allow my children to date, now that they are 16 and 18. (I guess I will allow them to “court” - I will supervise what goes on.) They need to find mates, so I guess the they have to endure this as well.