Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:There are actually hot 50 year old women. Believe it or not. Those that workout, always had a curvy figure and are pretty.
Men in their twenties and thirties smile and flirt - maybe even kissed one (in their 30s), maybe even a bit more than just kissing...![]()
So now that bitter and weirdo “thot” poster can go ahead and argue that I’m a desperate hag lol lol. Like anyone cares what they think about people they don’t know.
40 year olds don’t bang 50 year olds because they are hot, they do it for the same reason they bang “big girls”.
Anonymous wrote:hell yeah they can be HOT. Hotter than Georgia asphalt
Anonymous wrote:
The posts on this thread read like some bad script set in 1982: Divorced realtors in a hick dive trading insults with a frowsy, bleached blonde barmaid. You can smell the stale cigarette smoke and body odor. The KC and The Sunshine tribute band is setting up. Odious.
It’s called easy pickings.
Single 30+ women who think their click is ticking and 50+ women who are invisible.
Easy marks.
You are trying (unsuccessfully) to hurt people because you are hurting yourself, which is sad and I do feel bad for you.
Nobody cares what you think you know. You have all these made up scenarios. You spend a lot of time alone in that basement for sure.
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:There are actually hot 50 year old women. Believe it or not. Those that workout, always had a curvy figure and are pretty.
Men in their twenties and thirties smile and flirt - maybe even kissed one (in their 30s), maybe even a bit more than just kissing...![]()
So now that bitter and weirdo “thot” poster can go ahead and argue that I’m a desperate hag lol lol. Like anyone cares what they think about people they don’t know.
Guys can sniff desperation. They know you are an easy lay. The young guys laugh about you afterwards. Ask me how I know….
It’s like banging their sons. Barf. I’m 52 and my nephews are 22-30.
Just so disturbing.
Guys can sniff desperation. They know you are an easy lay. The young guys laugh about you afterwards. Ask me how I know….
Yes yes heard it all before....on this board from the lonely basement dweller. You’re so transparent.
Anonymous wrote:Um yes. There is a divorced man probably in his mid to late 50s (his kids are teens) who just moved in to the small house across the street from us and he is HOT. Like a 1990s Harrison Ford in a leather jacket and tight pants hot.
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:There are actually hot 50 year old women. Believe it or not. Those that workout, always had a curvy figure and are pretty.
Men in their twenties and thirties smile and flirt - maybe even kissed one (in their 30s), maybe even a bit more than just kissing...![]()
So now that bitter and weirdo “thot” poster can go ahead and argue that I’m a desperate hag lol lol. Like anyone cares what they think about people they don’t know.
Guys can sniff desperation. They know you are an easy lay. The young guys laugh about you afterwards. Ask me how I know….
You really found it necessary to explain this joke? I'll be you do a lot of explaining.Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:As an older woman myself, recently widowed, I was a little hesitant to start dating after so many years, but a friend fixed me up with a man about my age.
On our third date, back at my house, things were getting pretty hot and heavy, clothes coming off when I cautioned him by saying, "I need to let you know I have acute angina."
He replied, "that's good because your t!ts are nothing special."
I stopped dating after that.
this has to be a joke
Of course it’s a joke. Unfortunately it relies upon a pronounciation of “angina” that rhymes with “vag!na,” but in this country it is more commonly pronounced with the emphasis on the first syllable and similarly to “manage.”
Wow, look at the big brain on you! You figured it out.Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:As an older woman myself, recently widowed, I was a little hesitant to start dating after so many years, but a friend fixed me up with a man about my age.
On our third date, back at my house, things were getting pretty hot and heavy, clothes coming off when I cautioned him by saying, "I need to let you know I have acute angina."
He replied, "that's good because your t!ts are nothing special."
I stopped dating after that.
this has to be a joke