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I have one more that also works. The pictures I post in this style are almost always from this great page called Your Childhood Ruined that has years worth of them :)
True. As you age, you realize more that you need to find a compatible, complimentary partner, rather than one you destroy yourself to please/ complete.
Inspired. I’m in the 45+ arena and just divorced after a number of decades together. I was worried about it until I realized that I (male) did all the cooking, cleaning and paid most bills. I paid for vacations, kids school events, groceries…. Even parenting was lopsided.
So my first date was just this tidal wave of insights into the shit I put up with. The gal just offered to have me come over and cook for me this weekend. I know she’s not the one, but damn does it feel good to just have someone else care.
Once you hit 45+ all remaining “give a fucks” disappear and dating becomes much easier. This is a gender agnostic statement.
I have an appropriate picture:
I’m taking that for future IDGAF situations. Thanks!
I have one more that also works. The pictures I post in this style are almost always from this great page called Your Childhood Ruined that has years worth of them :)
Eyyyyyy! That’s awesome! Thanks!!
True. As you age, you realize more that you need to find a compatible, complimentary partner, rather than one you destroy yourself to please/ complete.
I am 44, I can’t wait.
You can start with this one easy step, don’t give a duck!
Yeah, ducks are notorious for raping other birds with their corkscrew attack.
Inspired. I’m in the 45+ arena and just divorced after a number of decades together. I was worried about it until I realized that I (male) did all the cooking, cleaning and paid most bills. I paid for vacations, kids school events, groceries…. Even parenting was lopsided.
So my first date was just this tidal wave of insights into the shit I put up with. The gal just offered to have me come over and cook for me this weekend. I know she’s not the one, but damn does it feel good to just have someone else care.
That’s not been my experience at all. =[
I’m 40 and I thought I had given up all my fucks.
Looks like I still have some shedding to do!