Folks, my factual mumbling merely meant to convey a personal reality while unsure if any message of meaning is conveyed within.
Pert-near 60 years old and never wed. Ample chances… and with some mighty-fine looking fillies. Never a fag was I. Dames only for me.
Why not wed? Early conditioning combined with ample reading and youthful life experiences kept nuptials at bay.
The old man warned of the dangers of impregnating a female at any age. He told of the inherent dangers of marriage as part of my training. He recommended grabbing a whore, renting a motel room and buying booze by the bottle since by-the-drink at a bar is a rip-off. The old man was always on the frugal side.
Observing my cohorts, my peer group of vile spawn Baby Boomers, I saw the Chicano gang-banger broads reveling in watching their gangsta’ boys beat those the dames had lied about telling beaner boyfriend this or that guy had spoke bad of her or had touched her in the hallway at school, whatever. Filthy wenches. Yes, I had several fights because of that as did other Gringo dudes.
Observed all the dames’ desperation to be able to parade their guy in front of all yet, so often, the broad did not even like the guy. He was an ornament to satisfy a need and when done with tossed to the side to shatter upon the rocks of despair. Guys did the same or similar but it did not seem as obviously done as dames did.
The military recruiter who saw a sucker coming when I wandered in mentioned during his pitch that many guys marry the first pussy they get. He advised waiting for the hundredth or more thus allowing a fellow ample comparison ability to allow determining quality of the cunt. Wise man devoid of some social graces but it was the fucking military and the talk is more basic and brutal. I now mention that first visit home after the first multi-month overseas military tour. Ma made dinner. Roast beef, mashed taters, warm biscuits, butter, gravy all sorts of good shit. Fuck yeah!!! Remember, 10 months aboard a warship surrounded by the assured dregs of society. We were a dirty, mean, scary rag-tag bunch of mutha’ fuckahs’. Reveling at the real non-crap-military vittles in front of me I grabbed a warm soft roll, split it open and asked… “Pass the fuckin’ butter please.” It was the shocked expression on Ma and Pa’s faces that made me realize what I had just said. Whoops. They never said a word about the slip. Ma passed the butter. At least I didn’t say “Thanks, fucker.”
Oh. Those fuckers marrying young… tied down. For years. Fuck. I got to roam the planet then the country, Wheeeeee. Those fuckers following the traditional path of working and saving for decades and then using savings to experience the world or whatever… not all have the wealth or the health to do it OR… enjoy it as much as a bloke does when young, healthy and virile as a mother-fucker.
Boinking a babe, a really cute one, with a sexy southern drawl in Greensboro, North Caroline during a three-day layover then, a week later, having a wild wanton time with a Nez Perce Indian gal in Spokane, Washington. Damn she was fine. Oooga chagga ooga chaga (ask a Boomer, he will likely understand ooga chaga). Praise be that this was the pre-AIDs days before the fagot fuckers fucked shit up for all. Political correctness allowed those bastards to roam free when a decent society would have compelled those carriers of death to reside in secure facilities to try to stop the spread of death. Self-centered fagot fuckers. Weak society allowing death to spread. Fuck the weak USA.
Fuck marriage. Besides, American broads are mostly spoiled fucking rotten at least partially due to corporate brainwashing via many media. I have met a FEW who were not indoctrinated in the typical manner and WERE worthy of a decent dude but… marriage still removes a certain amount of freedom and the fucker following freedom’s path shuns the tie that binds.
Besides… if married would I have ever met and smoked a doobie with a female trucker whose dog’s name was Humper? Humper sat in berth behind the seats where we were sitting resting his head upon my shoulder while staring at me. Humper was a BIG Doberman Pinscher. It was good weed and the setting was far from typical but that’s a story for another fucking time.
Moral? Marry if you must and it may work well for you. Sad to say that over the decades countless married dudes stated they envied me for living an unwed life. They wish they had followed my path instead of marrying.
You American dames better get your act together. A growing percentage of dudes, honorable, moral, civil, decent dudes are determining that too many of you idiotic girls are unworthy of a good man.
Have a groovy day