Posted by
Dave Kooker on Wednesday, March 11, 2009 1:57:33 PM
Since my marriage and then my divorce, I really have not been in the dating scene. On occasions I may meet a woman and date for a while but the relationship typically dies on its own. Normally it is because of one or a combination of four reasons; she will not stop talking about her divorce which happened years ago, she is in financial dire straits and is looking for financial remedy, she enjoys her alcohol too much, or we had sex now I must spend the remainder 23 hours of the day repairing her house (Most Common). Just because I own multiple family properties and do my own renovations & property maintenance does not mean I want to do it on my date time. I enjoy my daily cigar and my weekly pitcher of beer but besides that I do not like to poison my body much more than that.
I guess I am showing my age (45) by comparing the mating custom differences between mine (Generation X) and the current generation of single America. In my prime days of dating before my marriage, one could gauge if they were going to achieve quality time with a woman by the last barrier of clothing on a woman. If she was wearing grandma undies there was no way of achieving quality time due to hormone timing or her lack of interest in you, you were better off ending the date quickly as possible unless you were already in a committed relationship. If she was wearing bikinis, if the date went well there was a 50/50 chance of quality time. If she was wearing a thong and the date went well, quality time was soon to follow. My recent female apparel observations have thrown out many of my dating rules of engagement.
Last week I agreed to join a group of guys from the local cigar store to the 2009 Folio Weekly Martinifest at the Jacksonville Municipal Stadium. For the cost of a VIP ticket, one can consume all the food and martinis as they can handle from 6:00pm to 10:00pm. Since I am not a liquor drinker I went for the food and the potential chance of networking with the ladies. There was unlimited great food, never-ending spirits, and great trance music. I felt like an old man there. The typical age of the crowd was early to mid-twenties.
I was in awe appreciating the young ladies in their hoochie couchie momma party dresses. Most party outfits left nothing to the imagination. The women seem to be proud to show to God and Country their de-forested private parts. Victoria’s Secret was no more. Wearing a thong was the rarity. As a red blooded male I had to look at the publicized female private region and began making a game out of the prediction if the woman was wearing panties or not. The only generalized rule that I could come up with if the woman was fat and/or her shoes did not have heels, and then I could safely predict she was wearing panties. I guess in is in vogue for women not to wear undergarments. It made me very thankful that I do not have a daughter. The allure of the young women began to wane I when I began to realize I was appreciating someone’s daughter. A new tactic was necessary; if I strike up a conversation with a young woman, see if her mother is available.
It made me think that the roles of males and females have been reversed in the attraction process. In the 1980’s us guys enjoyed wearing shirts, which accented our muscles or just showed off our muscles in the order to attract a women. These days few men actually do any manual labour anymore so they wear more clothes to puff up their physical appearance. The today’s man is feminized and seems to be an embarrassment to the male species from my standpoint. The women enhanced by plastic and the display of their de-forested private parts were now the ones advertising to actively attract the men. I do not mind a woman being forward and calling me if I would like to join her on a date but I would I can wait a few more hours to know what her crotch looks like.
At 10:00pm I was the sober individual in the cigar store group so I had to drive the big Ford Excursion back to the neighborhood and drop off everyone at their homes. I even scored a free hat, t-shirt, and a nice fine martini glass from talking sweet to one of the pretty female martini vendors. I see an advantage being old. You can talk in a manner to a young woman and she is humored and probably thinks he is just a harmless dirty old man. If I said those things to a woman my age range she would of slapped me.
As for me, I am comfortable being old fashioned. I still appreciate a woman more when she clothed and her private parts are hidden from public view.
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