I'll bite...
From a youngish age, maybe 5'th, 6'th grade, for the most part, I kept a girlfriend. Not multiples, just one. But she was typically the one I wanted. Move on to High School and my first true love. She was something. Everyone loved her. Super sweet, funny, cute. Mine. From there to the next...Not to me, but for all intents, a trade up. On to College and yet again, soon after settling in, I'm dating a flipping knockout, that is about top graduate. From her on, Could have married any of them. Through all this, I fooled around on them. Mostly only when out of town, but not always.
I am by no means, drop dead handsome. Not even close. I have friends that could and can get laid on their looks alone. No joke. Walk into a joint and the girls are trying to pick them up. I've never been so lucky. I'm not ugly by any stretch either...But...Still yet. Looking back, I managed some girls, some situations should have been waaaaaay over my pay grade. And I've always done this, managed this, with my silver tongue. I could talk my way into just about any girl I set my sights on. Not lies or bullshit either...Maybe a bit of bullshit, but just kinda...Smooth? Maybe. Anyway. Ive always had to work for mine, whereas some friends never did.
It got time to think about marriage. My friends were, I needed to. Or all the good ones would be gone...Right? I quickly meet and become engaged to the girl I was supposed to marry. One of the learned professions, good family, well spoken, well travelled...All that shit. A lucky man I was to have her. But my career was really taking off now too. And younger woman wanted my attention. So. Part with the first and move on to the second. Trophy wife, 10 years my junior. And for almost 2 decades, we are living the dream. I honestly, couldn't have been happier. Everything was as it should be. I thought. But something changed and she started laying the groundwork to really put now to me. Which she did. Never saw it coming. Up to this point, I was always the one leaving. Every time. Never felt the sting of betrayal.
There is half a century almost of me basically pulling talent over my pay. The last one. She did a number on me. Emotionally and financially. Deep, deep pain...And since then, every girl I've had relations with, has left me sitting like a worn out pair of shoes. Never been dumped or shit on for near 50 years and now, every one of them cant wait to screw me over. And these are woman that are NOT over my pay...Well, they must be...But much different caliber than before. Much different. Yet they all eventually decide I suck and they drop my ass. I cant buy a damn date. It's unbelievable. It's hard to handle. I mean...A lifetime of one thing and now the second and third string is too damn good for me.
Y'all must can smell it on us. That sour smell of defeat. Hurt. Betrayal. That urgency to meet the right one. The desperation. I have no idea, but it's been one hell of a changeup. I used to like to think it was me. Not what I might could do for someone. How I could affect their life. This, in part because I could leave town and still operate above grade. I thought they loved me. Wanted me. I'm beginning to think it was never about me. Kinda sad. Real sad for me, as I'm as genuine and sincere as they come. I fall hard and fast. Hate change. A good man. I wasn't always, but I can say now, for sure, I am. But no-one wants me. And I need a girl. Have always needed one. Damn. I risk outing myself with this much info, but....Well....Guess we'll see.
I think, once you lose your mojo, it aint coming back. And the opposite sex knows this. They sense it....They know we're desperate. They know they can do better. And if you never even had mojo to begin with? Shew. Tough business. At least I have my many tales, and a fairly impressive run, for an average looking dude.