I troll the online dating sites, mainly for practice in interacting with women than hope I will get anything out of it. I have only found one woman where I was able to go over to her place and have sex with her.
I met this one woman, mid-40’s, not thin obviously but didn’t look bad. I chatted with her and after exchanging some emails had lunch with her the other day. This is her story.
She married a guy and became a stay at home mom. They had two kids, now in high school. The guy obviously did quite well for himself financially- she mentioned they had owned a large and expensive boat. They guy had an affair which precipitated their legal separation. She mentioned her daughter had “found the panties in the dryer”, although why the guy was doing his girlfriend’s laundry, or how her underwear got mixed up with his stuff, I don’t know.
The thing was while she probably was never exactly thin and hot, she had kind of let herself go. In her pictures she looked nice to OK; but she had put on some more weight. What she looked like at the point of the divorce, I don’t know, but probably not that good.
This looks like a textbook example of Athol Kay’s sex rank in marriage. Hers went down, his went up. At the point of the discovery of the panties, she might have thought to take a deep breath and say “My husband is fucking another woman. Maybe I need to get back in shape and kiss his ass to keep him happy. This is a painful blow to my ego but for various reasons it is better to preserve the marriage.” But she got divorced instead.
She went from being a very affluent housewife to working a really crappy job that she can’t quit. The family had a large boat- by which I mean the kind you can spend the weekend on- and her husband must have been a pretty alpha guy. Now she’s meeting me, a broke omega. I’m decent-looking and good company, but I’m guessing in a lot of ways a big comedown from her ex.
Or maybe there was nothing she could do. Maybe the guy was just determined to trade in for a newer model. She enjoyed his alphaness while she could, and now another woman will. Still I have learned that hanging on to what you have is at least as important as reaching for something better.