In conclusion:
Advice to you Cougars out there! You have a CAT – Let it OUT OF THE BAG!
Stop
letting people use you because they think you’re over the hill: baby sitting
services is the biggest. Stop using yourself thinking you’re finished – don’t
‘give up.’ Do not go ‘out to pasture,’ like sitting there knitting, working the
garden, bingo, anything the old ladies do. No senior citizen activities. If you
give in to this type of thinking, you stay in that realm, break out of this
prison!
Dress
beautifully; show what you’ve got however little or much it is. Show your best
features, hide the bad stuff. Get your hair fixed, no grey – if it’s grey make
it blonde, not dark, as the grey growing out will look awful. Or wear a wig.
Look
the part & young men will notice you & believe you might be available.
Your appearance could say ‘I’m single,’ – it’s an advertisement. Married women
go to pot, wear ugly, baggy clothes, no makeup, like they don’t care – they
snatched a guy & that’s it, no more seduction. Meanwhile their husband is
eyeing the beauties at work, all fixed, dolled up, beautiful clothes, hair
& makeup. He sees this eye candy every day, comes home to an ugly mess,
ugh, loses his hardon.
Like
one fat women who placed a fake picture in personals said,
“I
know you men are shallow so I put that picture.”
Lol,
they are shallow as nail polish but not as bright.
$$$ Issues & Sex - Don’t Delude Yourself!
The darker side of the picture: The
fact that they have sex with you doesn’t mean they love you or even have warm
feelings. Killers have sex with their victims before they do them in.
And
the days of you being young & them jumping through hoops – {when they were
old & less than you} – are over. Right now you’re the old one - &
they’re not willing to help or support you. The worst of them are looking to
use you beyond sex. They now want YOU to jump through hoops, & if you allow
it, that’s what will happen. It’ll be gimme’ gimme’, I need this, I need that.
What a bright boy I am, with just a few thousand bucks, I could start this
business & money will come rolling in, & I’ll be independent, &
I’ll give you money too {lol.}
If
you get involved with modeling these guys are picture whores. They get on
internet sites & are hired by queers who pay them for sex. So if you get on
there they think you’ll do the same!
And
most of them sex wise aren’t worth anything – they don’t know how to ‘make
love.’ Of the models I did it with, only one was good at it, & he was one
of the oldest, late 30’s. It was the ENERGY. A young man hasn’t the
psychological, spiritual ENERGY to project toward you. He’s EMPTY - devoid of
inner strength, a ‘zombie’ - like a machine.
What
young guys have is beauty & 5 orgasms a day. Beyond that most are empty.
They haven’t been trained in the school / art of love – certainly not romance –
this is a ballgame most have never played. So don’t expect much!
As I
think back to the models 99% of what I got out of it was the images – sex wise
I’d call it was near zero.
As
far as personals & locals I made it with, the scorecard was pitiful. Why?
Good question. People are pitiful. They are the walking wounded, many were
abused to make matters worse; the majority of young males are damaged,
confused, insensitive, ignorant & have little to no virtue. This is what
you will meet {people do improve with age if they follow the good road, if they
stay on the bad road they become worse}.
If
you’re looking for love you’re looking to take blood out of a stone! Not saying
it’s impossible. I did meet a couple guys that I believe were capable of love,
but we were passing ships in the night. One Caucasian was a psychologist, only
26. He had feelings, he was sensitive. I felt sorry for him as his friends told
him NOT to bring a jacket & it was freezing outside! Handsome, too, but I never saw him again. He
described how he’d been abused by a priest, but he wasn’t bitter, he had a good
heart {that’s the main thing-the heart-a demon could be intelligent, have good
manners, even be a ‘good’ lover of sorts, but if he’s a demon he’s rotten at the
core.} He was so polite he opened the driver door when we stopped.
And
don’t go by manners – reminds me of a ‘model’ – black – who also had perfect
manners, he also opened the driver door for me. He said he’d been to some sort
of school where they drilled the kids for this. He was ‘elite’ on the outside,
but inside a sewer. {And I never used even one of his images, he was so ugly – the
first guy I hired – red flags all over the place, photo shopped images on the
site – he bragged abut being a thief – but I was too green to see it before he
arrived.} Don’t go by outside façade,
God judges the heart, the heart is everything. You can be fooled by the mask
for a while, hopefully sooner than later, the mask comes off.
This
lifestyle will be a challenge. If I say don’t give them money or clothes, it’ll
be do as I say, not as I did as I’m a giver. Once you give something it
presents the temptation to want more; most give in to this – you being the
giver. But William Bond says women give too much love – they must teach men to
give & to love.
There
isn’t any absolute answer. You’ll play it by ear, learn by mistakes. You’ll
make lots of mistakes – that I guarantee, & you’ll get into sticky,
tightrope situations, & you’ll be in danger, as young men are loose
cannons. At best this will be a roller coaster ride.
But
basically this is the scenario: Unless you just have sex, then good bye Charlie
– if they hang around or move in with you & you gave them substance – it’ll
be a pattern. The best way to stop it is not to start, within reason. I mean I
know a rich Scandinavian who took a poor black guy out for his birthday - &
made him pay the bill. That’s going too far, be neither a scrooge nor a
wastrel. On Holidays you can give gifts, not all the time like I did! One
creep, every time we went by a clothing store I’d go in & buy him something
beautiful. My reward was his contempt & after a time all the clothes {he
told me} were given away for drugs.
Bottom
line: If it’s so bad, why do it? Adventure. My experiences were as explained.
Yours might be different. You’re another person, your contacts will be other
men. One never knows what to expect. Lots of things are fraught with danger
& the unknown.
But
let’s get one thing clear: this is not gold digging. Gold diggers look for old,
rich men. You’re looking for young, handsome guys. It’s the opposite. You
become the old rich person {even if you are not rich per se, but have a job,
savings, a good pension, you’ll have more than most of them.} This is
generalizing. There is a difference between old man & woman. Women are
maternal, have a love energy most men have not. This has value. Old men are as
selfish as young & have little to no love. It’s how men are.
So
what we have here is the value of adventure & freedom – seeking something
you hope to find but might not. Look at the explorers & mountain climbers. Mt. Everest is dangerous, & yet, it’s a huge business of
mostly men going up there. The crevices are so threatening even Sherpa guides
have died. It’s frightening & costs big bucks, & yet, why do they do
it?
Why
did they explore the North & South Pole & Antarctica? To learn
something, but mostly adventure. Those who go to these places gain fame,
sometimes fortune, are usually admired, but at the risk of their lives.
If
you look at it that way, it could be worth it. Keep a diary. If I had kept one
I could have made ten books out of this. But I didn’t, no way I could set aside
the time as I had work to do besides this – my wildlife feeding project, for
instance.
On
the weekends I went to obey God’s call – “stop suffering, quit the celibacy
& have fun.” But all week I had a wildlife feeding station where I provided
30-40 bs of food for animals a day. The
private forest feeding station behind my house from Spring to December was a
Beast-aurant for everything in the woods, including bears. Once I came out with
a bowl of sweets surrounded by six Teddies, 3 very close, 3 slightly farther,
but all within a 10’ radius. I kept my composure & nothing happened, they
just waited for me to put down the food. The trusted me, I trusted them, so
without fear there was calm. One did get a bit impetuous – Scarface I called
him as he had a big one crossing his nose – he thrust his paw on my bowl &
knocked out a portion before the other guys could get it.
And
besides that, I am a writer-researcher so I work on the internet. Pursuit of
young males was constant but not all I did.
As
far as sex or dating that was curtailed when the bars closed during Covid.
After it all normalized I asked God what did She want me to do nwk keep looking
for guys or forget it? What was I allowed to do? I had not asked her my status all those years
– like the celibacy, I thought it would go on forever but it didn’t, then this
next action I also continued & figured God would tell me when to stop. But
God never appeared. So finally I asked Her, what am I allowed to do? She said,
“You
are free, if you want to have sex you can, if you don’t want to you don’t have
to.”
And
even though I no longer go ‘downtown’ when I am out males of all ages do
approach me & sometimes wait for me in parking lots. I shall keep the
outcomes a mystery.
So Good
Luck & God be with you on this adventure.
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