On Livejournal back in the day you could list interests in your profile, like if you liked music or sports or whatever and you could search each other that way to find new friends. One Christmas an LJ friend had a “naked Christmas party”, where we all posted photos of ourselves naked, so I submitted my first and only topless photo online ever, minus my face, and a bunch of my friends made up an interest category for my “(username) incredible rack”. That was 25 years ago, and I’ll say with modesty that they still look pretty good. That was a fun time.
I’m ok with the age. I looked through some of my high school alumni group Facebook page tonight, and i look positively youthful compared to some of my classmates. 50 feels just right to me. And my bewbies still turn heads, I wore a super low cut plunging neckline dress to a restaurant last summer that is practically down to my navel, this ridiculous resort garb dress, and this one guy next to me with another woman couldn’t help but take a long lingering look down my happy valley. And I didn’t mind, because I looked good and I knew it.
Oh yeah, while age is just a number, 50 is the new 30.
Honestly there are some very attractive 70-year old ladies (oh, sorry, women in their 70’s, even late 70’s) nowadays and when I was younger I don’t think I would’ve said that. I mean, I don’t personally know any, but like celebrities and whatnot. Or at least semi-successful people and not the schizophrenic alcoholics who live in my building.
And I didn’t mind, because I looked good and I knew it.
That is the most attractive thing in my opinion. The knowing it part — specifically.
In my early twenties I went out with girls who I considered very pleasing physically, but lacked self-confidence, and that was a turn-off. Maybe some like the coy maiden sort of personality, but I like a more… feline looking eyes. Ready to pounce, knowing they’ll win. I once had relations with a woman who was back then prolly twice my age, not fit at all, I don’t mean to bodyshame, but… Long story short I didn’t hit on her or she on me really it was a group of girls (some of who were my army mates) and they had this one blond in the back of the large taxi I was driving, so I could only see a shade of a large bosom and a the face covered with a large straw hat, but there were some giggles and half-jokes about paying me in nature and I said yeah sure if they give me 20€ to go along with. Well when we got out of the taxi, I saw she wasn’t… exactly my type. And not in good condition for her type either. Lots of miles on her. And I’m trying to be polite, lol. Anyway, I was stone sober but couldn’t like just back off my word at that point that much, so I just asked her if she mind that I smoked weed before, she didn’t. So we had sex and goddamn it was 20x better than anything with the girls my age who were fit af.
Sorry for the long and prolly TMI story. It’s five am I may not have all my faculties at this time. Apologies, miss.
It’s ok,I know what you mean. I would honestly rather not have sex anymore because of my circumstances being very difficult, but if I met someone who was interesting and read books and listened to music and dressed well, and took an interest in me and was happy to see me and make an effort to get to know me, and if he was 20 years younger than me, sure why not? As long as he was a good listener about how I like to do it, because I’m different than other women in how I like to get off.
But this man has overall been a disaster for me, masquerading as someone good, but just really cut from the same cloth as his malignant narcissist mother, which is pretty bad. He accused me tonight of some things that were pretty ugly, and that’s hard. I’d love to spend some time with someone who actually seemed to like me all of the time. I’m writing this while on my Ambien so it’s hard to articulate.
I haven’t had sex in like four years. Or maybe I stopped counting at four years.
It’s not like I’d find it hard to pull in this city, but I’m just not interested and in my current situation I don’t really feel like writing up dating adverts.
I got enough of casual sex in my twenties. As in usually a new partner, so the sex was often pretty shit as I think it takes a few times to learn what your partner likes so you can… harmonise.
But this man has overall been a disaster for me, masquerading as someone good, but just really cut from the same cloth as his malignant narcissist mother
I’ve not dated men but I’m do understand the type you’re talking about.
He accused me tonight of some things that were pretty ugly, and that’s hard.
Its demeaning and (mildly) traumatising and I’m sure he did it in a way that he reasoned it in some way to make everything implicitly your responsibility as if relationships weren’t two-way.
I’ll pop an Ambien to that as well. Should do at this point honestly it’s 5.30 am.
Cheers. It’s just under a different brand name here in Finland.
He told me I was a deceptive little cunt and accused me of withholding money from my paycheck; one of my paychecks per month is smaller than the other simply because it’s the one my benefits and union dues come out on. I’ve worked there 20 years, and this pay pattern has always been this way. I have no idea where this psychosis suddenly came from. I have never hidden money in my life and would never. I think he got this idea because I do surveys for money, managed to save a lot of money to go clothes shopping, and I think he just couldn’t believe I made that much. I’m just tenacious. I’ve made thousands doing this. It’s super weird.
I should have left when his mother treated me like trash the first time I met her and ever since, and when I found out he lied to me when we first met in that he didn’t tell me he was in a relationship, or when he smashed the fish tank, or ran over a squirrel just to upset me, or any number of things. And I’m so financially fucked I can’t do anything.
I don’t think I’ll ever have a relationship ever again even if I get out of this. How could I trust anyone? I don’t blame you for not doing it. It’s so much work and so hard.
Ambien is a weird drug under any name and I’ve done some weird shit on it, but otherwise I’d never go to bed. My friend decoupaged her dishwasher with subway maps on Ambien one night.
Insecure men, annoying and dangerous, usually very sexist and overall disrespectful as well.
I mean I don’t know him must have had some redeeming qualities once. Or not. Infatuation is just such a powerful drug that we literally don’t see bad sides in people we fall for.
I can feel your frustration about that, because you had a good reason and there was no reasoning with him. So how do you reason with someone unreasonable? We don’t, unfortunately.
It may have been brewing a long time and this just broke the camel’s back who knows.
So it doesn’t seem that weird to me, because I’ve only heard this bit.
Okay reading on maybe some of those things should’ve been the trigger for leaving, but hindsight is always 2020. I can try imagining being in an abusive relationship, but my imagination isn’t perfect. I’ve seen enough drama to know how hard it can be though. Or at least enough to imagine I can understand.
Yeah I haven’t had a long term relationship in a long time, basically just one multiyear long one, then some months long ones and lots of casual nights. My first long term relationship and then I found out my then best friend (who had been my best friend since birth) and girlfriend had had sex and that she had been fucking around quite a lot and it just kinda broke it.
I’ve had infatuations a few times after that, but the previous one was like 10 years ago. So I don’t much hold hope either, but I do still have hope that my life situation will change and I’ll manage to fall for someone who falls for me as well. I would sort of like to have children but I don’t want to be too old to play with them. But I always delude myself I’ll make it big and become a celebrity and then have kids at 70, idk.
Yeah Ambien can be weird yeah. One should take them when one actually goes to bed, I think, but I often end up taking half and then waiting for it to come on a bit because I’m won’t go to bed otherwise. But then sometimes, you’ll take the next one and still “oh, I’ll just finish this episode real quick” and before you know it you’ve done 4 and you’re not really sleepy anymore.
Lots of drug effects rely on a biological biphasic response, meaning that a small dose of a substance might make you sleepy whereas a lot will perk you up. Whereas things like alcohol and cannabis, they first perk you up and give energy, but if you do a big dose, you’ll get sedated.
But yeah it’s the only actually functioning sleep med for me and I’ve tried a ton of different meds. Well, not the only functioning one, but the only functioning one which doesn’t debilitate me for 48 hours or make my mouth taste like cat piss for the next day. Anytime I end up taking a few too many I start planning on cleaning and doing all sorts of shit. Which isn’t that good at like 5-6am in an apartment building.
My friend decoupaged her dishwasher with subway maps on Ambien one night.
But like… on the outside, right? (I only ask because I know the spirit of the substance, lol.)
What would the Federal Boob Inspectors want with you? Got a nice pair? I’m jealous.
On Livejournal back in the day you could list interests in your profile, like if you liked music or sports or whatever and you could search each other that way to find new friends. One Christmas an LJ friend had a “naked Christmas party”, where we all posted photos of ourselves naked, so I submitted my first and only topless photo online ever, minus my face, and a bunch of my friends made up an interest category for my “(username) incredible rack”. That was 25 years ago, and I’ll say with modesty that they still look pretty good. That was a fun time.
Sounds gorgeous. I’m sure you take good care of your puppies.
Age is nothing but numbers, love, it’s all in the spirit.
I’m ok with the age. I looked through some of my high school alumni group Facebook page tonight, and i look positively youthful compared to some of my classmates. 50 feels just right to me. And my bewbies still turn heads, I wore a super low cut plunging neckline dress to a restaurant last summer that is practically down to my navel, this ridiculous resort garb dress, and this one guy next to me with another woman couldn’t help but take a long lingering look down my happy valley. And I didn’t mind, because I looked good and I knew it.
Oh yeah, while age is just a number, 50 is the new 30.
Honestly there are some very attractive 70-year old ladies (oh, sorry, women in their 70’s, even late 70’s) nowadays and when I was younger I don’t think I would’ve said that. I mean, I don’t personally know any, but like celebrities and whatnot. Or at least semi-successful people and not the schizophrenic alcoholics who live in my building.
That is the most attractive thing in my opinion. The knowing it part — specifically.
In my early twenties I went out with girls who I considered very pleasing physically, but lacked self-confidence, and that was a turn-off. Maybe some like the coy maiden sort of personality, but I like a more… feline looking eyes. Ready to pounce, knowing they’ll win. I once had relations with a woman who was back then prolly twice my age, not fit at all, I don’t mean to bodyshame, but… Long story short I didn’t hit on her or she on me really it was a group of girls (some of who were my army mates) and they had this one blond in the back of the large taxi I was driving, so I could only see a shade of a large bosom and a the face covered with a large straw hat, but there were some giggles and half-jokes about paying me in nature and I said yeah sure if they give me 20€ to go along with. Well when we got out of the taxi, I saw she wasn’t… exactly my type. And not in good condition for her type either. Lots of miles on her. And I’m trying to be polite, lol. Anyway, I was stone sober but couldn’t like just back off my word at that point that much, so I just asked her if she mind that I smoked weed before, she didn’t. So we had sex and goddamn it was 20x better than anything with the girls my age who were fit af.
Sorry for the long and prolly TMI story. It’s five am I may not have all my faculties at this time. Apologies, miss.
It’s ok,I know what you mean. I would honestly rather not have sex anymore because of my circumstances being very difficult, but if I met someone who was interesting and read books and listened to music and dressed well, and took an interest in me and was happy to see me and make an effort to get to know me, and if he was 20 years younger than me, sure why not? As long as he was a good listener about how I like to do it, because I’m different than other women in how I like to get off.
But this man has overall been a disaster for me, masquerading as someone good, but just really cut from the same cloth as his malignant narcissist mother, which is pretty bad. He accused me tonight of some things that were pretty ugly, and that’s hard. I’d love to spend some time with someone who actually seemed to like me all of the time. I’m writing this while on my Ambien so it’s hard to articulate.
I haven’t had sex in like four years. Or maybe I stopped counting at four years.
It’s not like I’d find it hard to pull in this city, but I’m just not interested and in my current situation I don’t really feel like writing up dating adverts.
I got enough of casual sex in my twenties. As in usually a new partner, so the sex was often pretty shit as I think it takes a few times to learn what your partner likes so you can… harmonise.
I’ve not dated men but I’m do understand the type you’re talking about.
Its demeaning and (mildly) traumatising and I’m sure he did it in a way that he reasoned it in some way to make everything implicitly your responsibility as if relationships weren’t two-way.
I’ll pop an Ambien to that as well. Should do at this point honestly it’s 5.30 am.
Cheers. It’s just under a different brand name here in Finland.
He told me I was a deceptive little cunt and accused me of withholding money from my paycheck; one of my paychecks per month is smaller than the other simply because it’s the one my benefits and union dues come out on. I’ve worked there 20 years, and this pay pattern has always been this way. I have no idea where this psychosis suddenly came from. I have never hidden money in my life and would never. I think he got this idea because I do surveys for money, managed to save a lot of money to go clothes shopping, and I think he just couldn’t believe I made that much. I’m just tenacious. I’ve made thousands doing this. It’s super weird.
I should have left when his mother treated me like trash the first time I met her and ever since, and when I found out he lied to me when we first met in that he didn’t tell me he was in a relationship, or when he smashed the fish tank, or ran over a squirrel just to upset me, or any number of things. And I’m so financially fucked I can’t do anything.
I don’t think I’ll ever have a relationship ever again even if I get out of this. How could I trust anyone? I don’t blame you for not doing it. It’s so much work and so hard.
Ambien is a weird drug under any name and I’ve done some weird shit on it, but otherwise I’d never go to bed. My friend decoupaged her dishwasher with subway maps on Ambien one night.
Sounds like he didn’t respect women much.
Insecure men, annoying and dangerous, usually very sexist and overall disrespectful as well.
I mean I don’t know him must have had some redeeming qualities once. Or not. Infatuation is just such a powerful drug that we literally don’t see bad sides in people we fall for.
I can feel your frustration about that, because you had a good reason and there was no reasoning with him. So how do you reason with someone unreasonable? We don’t, unfortunately.
It may have been brewing a long time and this just broke the camel’s back who knows.
So it doesn’t seem that weird to me, because I’ve only heard this bit.
Okay reading on maybe some of those things should’ve been the trigger for leaving, but hindsight is always 2020. I can try imagining being in an abusive relationship, but my imagination isn’t perfect. I’ve seen enough drama to know how hard it can be though. Or at least enough to imagine I can understand.
Yeah I haven’t had a long term relationship in a long time, basically just one multiyear long one, then some months long ones and lots of casual nights. My first long term relationship and then I found out my then best friend (who had been my best friend since birth) and girlfriend had had sex and that she had been fucking around quite a lot and it just kinda broke it.
I’ve had infatuations a few times after that, but the previous one was like 10 years ago. So I don’t much hold hope either, but I do still have hope that my life situation will change and I’ll manage to fall for someone who falls for me as well. I would sort of like to have children but I don’t want to be too old to play with them. But I always delude myself I’ll make it big and become a celebrity and then have kids at 70, idk.
Yeah Ambien can be weird yeah. One should take them when one actually goes to bed, I think, but I often end up taking half and then waiting for it to come on a bit because I’m won’t go to bed otherwise. But then sometimes, you’ll take the next one and still “oh, I’ll just finish this episode real quick” and before you know it you’ve done 4 and you’re not really sleepy anymore.
Lots of drug effects rely on a biological biphasic response, meaning that a small dose of a substance might make you sleepy whereas a lot will perk you up. Whereas things like alcohol and cannabis, they first perk you up and give energy, but if you do a big dose, you’ll get sedated.
But yeah it’s the only actually functioning sleep med for me and I’ve tried a ton of different meds. Well, not the only functioning one, but the only functioning one which doesn’t debilitate me for 48 hours or make my mouth taste like cat piss for the next day. Anytime I end up taking a few too many I start planning on cleaning and doing all sorts of shit. Which isn’t that good at like 5-6am in an apartment building.
But like… on the outside, right? (I only ask because I know the spirit of the substance, lol.)
Can definitely make you do weird shit, as this story featuring Channing Tatum shows