The other day much to my ego’s horror I went out with a 36 year old woman. Initially I had no clue she was that old because her Indian skin has held up tremendously over the years and her body was tight. Pleasant girl too. We’re going out again on Thursday. Though she’s by far the oldest I’ve dated and banged other women in their early 30’s before and I work with a slew of women in the 30 to 40 year old age bracket.

By the time their old ass rolls around to me they’ve married a beta divorced him fucked a half-dozen Alphas and are looking for a beta again. They’re easy to handle and their shit tests are almost comical. Don’t call her the C word or push her down the stairs and she’s happy. Most of the Princess entitlement has been stripped away leaving her with a somewhat realistic view of the world and her own SMV. Being nice and maintaining basic masculine frame is really about all it takes to keep her

By the time their old used up ass rolls around to me they’re bitter jaded and blaming men for everything bad that’s ever happened to them. Their shit tests are legendary and are as full of circular logic as they can possibly be. You cannot make this woman happy you can only manage to not piss her off. I’ve never been in a relationship with one because after I deposit my seed in her ransacked Alpha-graffitied razor burned pube hole a time or two I can barely stand to look at her or hear her voice

If you’re real quiet and don’t move a muscle on any given night you can hear her sob as the ghostly cries of her barren womb prevents her from finding slumber. Since she has exactly what she earned and deserves her hamster has to work overtime to produce delusions of grandeur and convince her that she’s something more than just an aging lukewarm semi-wet dick garage.