• This is a political forum that is non-biased/non-partisan and treats every person's position on topics equally. This debate forum is not aligned to any political party. In today's politics, many ideas are split between and even within all the political parties. Often we find ourselves agreeing on one platform but some topics break our mold. We are here to discuss them in a civil political debate. If this is your first visit to our political forums, be sure to check out the RULES. Registering for debate politics is necessary before posting. Register today to participate - it's free!

Wandering Desires

calamity

Privileged
Supporting Member
DP Veteran
Monthly Donator
Joined
Feb 12, 2013
Messages
160,900
Reaction score
57,840
Gender
Undisclosed
Political Leaning
Centrist
One thing I noticed kicking in as I passed the age of 50 is my wandering eyes and thoughts have subsided. When I was in my late 20's clear through 40-plus, I simply could not find satisfaction with the person I was with at the moment.

The weird thing is that no matter how pretty, how fun, how much I enjoyed this person's company or was drawn to her physically, there always came a moment when I'd catch myself looking into the other yard and seeing green grass. And, said grass did not necessarily have to be greener. Any grass would often do.

So, even if I am with a beautiful girl in her early 20's, I'd see the sexy woman in her 40's and go, "Hmm, I sure would like to tap that." If I was with some wild woman who ****ed like a gymnast, I'd eye some prissy, prim and proper, and go, "Gee, I sure would like to get to know her." If I was with some girl who liked to give BJ's, I'd be looking for one who ate kitty. If I found one who liked kitty, I'd be searching for someone who ****ed like a gymnast again. Ugh, it drove me crazy.

I guess aging was a good thing.
 
I will be 57 B4 the end of the month & I do just as much looking as ever so, age doesn't seem to have had the same effect on my wandering eyes :lol:

Having said that I'm pretty much a 'look, don't touch' kinda guy :mrgreen: ............
 
One thing I noticed kicking in as I passed the age of 50 is my wandering eyes and thoughts have subsided. When I was in my late 20's clear through 40-plus, I simply could not find satisfaction with the person I was with at the moment.

The weird thing is that no matter how pretty, how fun, how much I enjoyed this person's company or was drawn to her physically, there always came a moment when I'd catch myself looking into the other yard and seeing green grass. And, said grass did not necessarily have to be greener. Any grass would often do.

So, even if I am with a beautiful girl in her early 20's, I'd see the sexy woman in her 40's and go, "Hmm, I sure would like to tap that." If I was with some wild woman who ****ed like a gymnast, I'd eye some prissy, prim and proper, and go, "Gee, I sure would like to get to know her." If I was with some girl who liked to give BJ's, I'd be looking for one who ate kitty. If I found one who liked kitty, I'd be searching for someone who ****ed like a gymnast again. Ugh, it drove me crazy.

I guess aging was a good thing.

I notice attractive girls all the time. It's kinda hard not to. But I would never try something with some random girl, because I am comfortable with the relationship I am currently in, and screwing around with some random girl in a one-night stand, is not worth ruining a long-term relationship, especially with everything we've done to make it work. Now a few of my friends screw around with lots of people all the time. Never settle for one. One week she's screwing around with Guy A, and then next week she's moved on to Guy B.
 
Who u callin' a slut?

You have three votes to guess who I called a slut. Was it:

A: the guy reminiscing about their days of youthful indiscretion
B: the guy that likes looking at pretty women, but knows better than to park his car in the wrong garage
C: the girl that likes looking at pretty women, but knows better than to mash her garage up against the wrong garage

The answer may surprise you!
 
Last edited:
You have three votes to guess who I called a slut was it:

A: the guy reminiscing about their days of youthful indiscretion
B: the guy that likes looking at pretty women, but knows better than to park his car in the wrong garage
C: the girl that likes looking at pretty women, but knows better than to mash her garage up against the wrong garage

The answer may surprise you!

D: All of the above. *X Files Theme plays*
 
I'm a bit embarrassed to say this, but I'm extremely flat-chested. Is that a problem?

We're in the same boat, dude: I'm flat-chested as a mother****er. But maybe you can get impants and get back to me. :2razz:
 
I will be 57 B4 the end of the month & I do just as much looking as ever so, age doesn't seem to have had the same effect on my wandering eyes :lol:

Having said that I'm pretty much a 'look, don't touch' kinda guy :mrgreen: ............

as my wife tells me

i can do all the window shopping i want....if i buy something, my ass is grass
 
Back
Top Bottom