This is Cindy. I’ve been dating her since September 22, 2021. I feel like I have finally found the one. The one who fits me, the one who gets me. I’m so insanely happy for the first time in forever.
This is a phrase I am hearing more and more these days. At work. People don’t even whisper it. They just flat out say it like there will be no consequences. And during COVID, clearly there isn’t. We don’t have enough people to run most businesses in town. Half of what we do have, are not very useful. If at all.
When did it become OK or acceptable to just refuse to do your job? Why is it not one persons responsibility but falls to someone else who has to do it for them. Simply because the person who refuses, doesn’t feel like doing a certain aspect of their job or that it makes them feel like the task is somehow beneath them. Therefore causing more work for others because they will not.
For some reason management turns a blind eye to this activity. They hired this person to do the job. Now this person won’t do the whole job. Management would rather ask others to do the job instead of standing up and telling the person refusing to either do the task or they are no longer needed. Instead management simply buckles.
I’m not wired that way. I get hired to do a job. If I’m asked to clean a bathroom, take out trash or do dishes. I do it. It’s what I’m getting paid to do. If I refuse to do it, I should be told to go home and not come back unless I’m willing to do the job. Not be pandered to and have someone else get the burden of my laziness.
I certainly don’t appreciate doing more work because the people who bothered to show up, won’t do their share of it.
Some days I envy people who no longer work because they can’t. They don’t have to deal with doing more work than others because now we live in a world where if you don’t wish to do something, you still get paid for not doing it.
Was just practicing last Friday when I decided throw up my phone and record to share what I was doing with friends. Turned out decent enough to share to everyone 😀
5 Seconds of Summer – Girls Talk Boys
Released 2016 – Ghostbusters: Answer the Call Soundtrack
on SME, UMG (on behalf of Capitol); Abramus Digital, UNIAO BRASILEIRA DE – copyrighted property of its owner(s).
Camera – iPhone 12 Pro Max (Selfie Camera)
Edited with Sony Movie Studio 17 – 1080/60FPS
Filmed while screwing around practicing. Didn’t think I’d upload it, but it was requested I did.
Just a fun song. Though mistakes were made LOL
Maybe that’s not the right description. Girly Girls? Women who like to dress up? I don’t know. Anything I say these days is likely offend someone. But what I’m trying to say is a girl who spends time making herself look good. Not the toss on a t-shirt and jeans with a quick brush of her hair and go with no makeup.
All the years on this planet, I’ve never been lucky enough to get a girl in my life who wears makeup or wears a proper dress. Not the lazy sun dress that borders on wearing a muumuu. Some nice shoes. Doesn’t even need to be high heels. Those things can ruin feet. So flats or dressy type shoes at least.
I’ve never went to my own prom. I did the creepy 24 year old at a high school prom. Hence I’ve always wanted to recreate my own prom with the girl I loved. But never had one that would dress up.
There’s still hope I suppose. Just I’m not young anymore. Before too long it will show.
I don’t think it’s too much to ask. I wear dress up clothes when asked. Though I don’t own any right now 😂 Only because I’ve changed my entire clothing collection several times as I get skinnier.
As you can see in the picture to the right, I look stunning in a Tuxedo 😃
I’m gonna add this here, because dating apps suck.
Firstly, let me get this out of the way. I find it on so many profiles, but I’m not into the following things:
– Country Music
– Not much of an outdoors person
I hate snow in general. I’m only here because I have kids here.
What I am into is:
I’m a conservative. At least for the most part.
Music, mostly pop-punk, older hair metal (80s) and a mix of other things through the years. I do have some big band and jazz, but not much. A few eclectic things.
I play the drums and am learning guitar. I’ve done a few drum cover videos, nothing fancy. So I got new gear, and video editing equipment. Will build a studio in the house I hope to buy soon (been looking for months for one). Someday soon hope to be in a concert and make full on song covers. Perhaps even originals.
Outdoors I pretty much only walk, ride a bike (when my knee lets me – injured permanently but able to most anything still). Target practicing.
I have been known to go on trips to new places on occasion, but generally I’m a home body. I don’t much care for people. I keep few friends. More happy to come home to a loved one and a dog.
Love movies. Don’t read books unless it teaches me useful things. Mostly comedy, dystopian, fantasy, comedy/horror, but not horror by itself. Love Kevin Smith Movies and anything by Josh Whedon.
I spent 20 years in tech support and I’m a major geek. Love my tech. I’m a casual gamer.
I also blog and write from time to time.
I love to be affectionate. Holding hands, kisses and random hugs just for the heck of it. I’m deep on the naughty side during intimate times.
I don’t drink, smoke or do drugs. I’m currently doing Keto and have lost 125 pounds so far 🙂
Also, I’m not looking for a hookup or FWB. I don’t need an app for that.
Interested? Email Me 😀
Seriously, no one really cares about me that much in my life. I’ll share some details as to why I say this.
No one cares I want to buy a house. So long as I’m buying it for them, not me. I constantly am shown houses way out of my price range or have “she sheds”. When I said they could live with me, it became all about what they want. Despite saying I want to build a studio and would like a full basement or stand alone building to do this with. Instead I get house tours of “cute homes” with no real space. I’m to the point now when I get shown these houses, I tell her to buy her own.
No one will care or notice if I die. I maybe see my kids/grandkids 3 times a year. If I want to see them, I have to basically make an appointment. Generally when I call, they will all be too busy and schedule visits weeks out. I don’t even bother with Christmas with them anymore. They’d be way too busy to have a funeral for me. What friends I have won’t even notice until long after I’m gone. They will likely think I’m being a dick to them. This is because nobody in my family would think they go through my phone and notify everybody on my contact list. I haven’t even finished my Will. None of my kids want my music equipment or other valuables. Yes, I have asked. I haven’t found a random person to leave them to yet.
At work, no one cares that I come in early to work. No one cares if I stay late. The only time I hear anything about my job is when I make a mistake or want time off. No one cares that I work off the clock to help everyone out. Or that I come in on my days off. It’s just I’m not wired to come in late or leave early. Or call out when I have a slight sniffle.
No one cares about my interests or what I like to do for fun. Only that I do what they want me to do with them. Plus, I’m told my dreams are a waste of time and money. It’s my dreams, my time and my money. It’s not a waste to me.
No one cares that I’ve been writing on this website for 22 years. (oldest archive found was in 2001, but site started in 1999) They never take the time to read it. None of my significant others have taken the time to read more than one or two posts. Hence they never see the negative posts about them after we break up 😈
No one cares about my pain. Or the near death experiences I’ve had. Especially family members. To them my experiences always pale in comparison to their own. It’s not like I’m trying to impress anyone with the tragedies in my life. But when people blow them off like it was nothing, it tends to hurt knowing they don’t care.
I’ve learned to live with this truth. Yeah it makes me sad sometimes. But now I live for me. I hope to find someone someday who actually appreciates me for me. I’m starting to balance the bad with all the good I’ve made for myself. Someone out there must appreciate that, like I do. If not, I know God is keeping me around for some reason or another. 😇
Since I started changing my dietary intake to do weight loss. A number of people have approached me. Either to say they too want to lose weight and asked how I do it. Or to tell me that they prefer to do surgery to get the same results. Almost everyone asks why I chose to do it my way. So here are the reasons I went with Cyclical Keto vs other versions of Keto. And why I didn’t choose surgery as my answer to losing weight.
If you’ve known me for a long time, you know I tried all sorts of ways to lose weight. All have failed miserably.
Nothing worked for me. I’m not an exercise guy unless it’s biking or walking. I won’t do sit-ups or pushups. Fuck that.
My doctor has mentioned Keto before, but I didn’t assume it would work. I was at a point where I gave up. Plus, I was convinced cutting carbs completely was bad. I still think that. Your brain needs carbs to function properly. So some has to remain.
Then I started to ponder surgery. But then I remembered an old girlfriend. She did the surgery. Besides the horrible gas it gave her. Farts that could out do a dog fart and kill the dog. When I came back to Michigan, I saw her at Walmart. In the electric buggy. Fatter than ever before. She clearly could not stick to the diet that you are assigned before and after surgery. I get it. Will power is a serious issue.
I have run across others who have failed too with surgery. I think for the same reasons. However, clearly there must be success stories out there or the option wouldn’t exist.
Plus since I have VA healthcare, they won’t do surgery on me. I would have to pay out of pocket for it.
It was the failure to follow the diet that got me though. Granted I can fail to follow this diet. I have no intention of it.
Then I discovered Cyclical Keto. Where I can cheat. Eat anything I want. No restrictions. They put it as one or two days a week plus 20g carbs per day on top. That seemed too much in my opinion. Would confuse the body too much. So I customized it. This way, I will never have to worry about foods I love and having to give them up. This made it super easy to keep to my diet. So anymore it’s not a diet to just lose weight. It’s a correction in my eating habits.
Once I do hit my goal weight of 220 pounds (only 18 pounds away from it!!), I will adjust to two cheat meals a week. If I feel up to it. Oddly 14 months of eating this way and I’m totally happy. I have no cravings to change it at all and that makes me feel fantastic. Like I will not only succeed, but never look back at a fat bastard in the mirror again 😃
Positive side effects of my way is that I stopped drinking pop. I was drinking it on my cheat meal. But after a few weeks it was too much sugar. It would give me cramps. It started tasting too sweet. Like when I gave up smoking. After a while I couldn’t even stand the smell of it. I’m good with never drinking pop again. Little creamer in my coffee and I’m good. Smaller ice cream or piece of cake and I’m good. I don’t need sugar to make me happy anymore.
So there you have it. This is why I chose my new life style. It works for me. You want to ask how I do it, I’ll tell you happily every single detail if you want. But if you want the surgery, they by all means, I wish you nothing but success. This is how I will handle it. This is my success story. Added to all the others I’ve achieved since taking control of my life for me and no one else.
I’ve lost 120 pounds so far, with 20 more pounds to reach my goal. That’s 35 pounds more than my first wife weighed. I’m insanely excited to be so close to achieving my most challenging life change ever. I am actually happy with how I look now and have way more confidence than I ever had before.
But you know what totally knocks the wind out of my sails? Dating. It’s a sad fact of nature that humans all don’t age the same. You can generally look at a pet and tell if it’s young or old pretty quickly. Look at a human, and that 29 year old is actually almost 60. Such a pleasant surprise. However, insanely rare. How about the 36 year old who looks 70. That’s more frequent and depressing. I know I look young for my age, but I still have the gray hair to say I’m not in my 30’s anymore.
What I don’t get is it’s apparently insulting to most women if I outweigh them. However, if they outweigh me and look like the trailer park chewed them up and spit them out with throat cancer; it’s a sin that I’m not over the hill crazy for them. How does that work? I’m all for a curvy girl. Jennifer was attractive, yet outweighed me. Again, I worked hard to get this far. So I’ve expanded my search to girls under 300 pounds now. Yet I’m made to feel guilty for wanting to try for better than before.
But what really gets me, is the women who are nearly as old (and sometimes older), than my mother 😳 Like why would I want to date someone who’s nearly in the grave? Sorry granny, but with my sex drive, I’d break your artificial hip. And no, a blow job with your dentures out isn’t all they say it is. It’s fucking creepy. Not like I’d get hard for that.
I’m sure some guys are into that, I’m not 🤢
I don’t care if she’s a bit heavier than me. I don’t care if she has grey hair. But if you look like death warmed over, perhaps look for someone else who is into that. I know this sounds hurtful, but damn.
I’ve spent enough time ragging on people who love camping, how people emulate being homeless or how they do incredibly stupid things while camping. It’s seems more like they’re just moving their homes around rather than enjoying the home they have sitting somewhere else. So I didn’t think I would really have her answers. Especially since I was at work while this text conversation took place.
However, the more and more I thought about it. It became so easily clear how camping the way most people I see do it, isn’t really camping at all. It’s traveling. In the aspect the travel trailer is home. Granted, most of these sods are well-to-do people with way too much money and time. What about the average person like myself?
Every question my friend asked, I had an easy answer for. Such as how to get started. Simple. Reduce your belongings to the absolute essentials. Make sure you have a decent savings. Between selling stuff and working extra hard, savings shouldn’t take too long. Especially doing what I do for a living. A monkey can do what I do and it makes decent money. You can do this kind of job in any decent sized city. I already have a nice savings. Sell my stuff and I’d have more.
Get a good truck that you can drive every day and strong enough to haul the trailer. Make sure you have enough saved for emergencies and living expenses while setting up in a new town. I had worked out costs, payments and all sorts of little things. Even after watching recommendation videos from people who do it full time.
The list goes on and on, but I had all the answers. In short it started like an idea for me. I don’t like camping, but I don’t have to sit around a fire and drink beer. I can work, make friends, play video games and my music instruments no matter where I am. Plus I get to check out things I never made time for before. I was getting excited and started looking at camper trailers. Oddly you can get one way cheaper and easier with so-so credit than you can an actual house.
I was good to go. But… I’m single with my mom closely in my life. While I love her, I don’t fancy being with her that close all the time. I would go mad. At least here, I can take off and be by myself when I want. There are other family who would check in on her. Traveling, I’d always be checking on her as she’d have no one else around to visit her. Unless she made new friends in every location. Then it would be more like a job.
So, maybe when she’s passed. If I still have the ambition by then. Perhaps someone in my life I want that close all the time. Then I will travel. I’d really like to. See so many things I have yet to do and add them to the things I’ve already done 😀
So rather than being me. I’m supposed to conform to some dreamed up mold that because I’m no longer a young man, I can’t act like it.
Yeah I’m now 52. But when I look around at so many others my age, I don’t look 52. More like an early 40’s. I have the same sex drive I had all my life. I still enjoy dirty jokes. I like to offend the overly sensitive. I like to enjoy life the best I can. When I am out and about, I walk the same speed as the young people. I hide my knee injury as if I never had one. Losing all this weight (now 110 pounds in total), I look good again 😘 And the fact that my phone is blowing up with date offers, am flattered.
Plus lets not forget the whole near death experience. Experiencing that, anyone would want to live life to the fullest. I feel amazing for the most part. I look amazing for my “age”. I’m not about to pretend I’m something I’m not.
It’s OK for someone to not to like who I am. But to tell me I am wrong for doing so, is a serious issue. If you want to be an old fuddy-duddy. So be it. I don’t care. I certainly won’t fault or pick on you because of it. Go be a cunt to someone else though if you don’t like how I act. I am me and I’m damn proud of everything I am 😃