Great thread.
Maybe being a cougar is more fun. But arriving to silver fox status (sorry i don't like the other monikers), probably in the best physical shape I've been in since age 21 and now a working physician--As opposed to a student--not attractive for a man....sorry--maybe to other students, so not to worry--I would have thought I'd be more excited about ladykilling again. Especially in a city overstocked with 30 something hotties who have intense man acquiring plans. But. Idk, maybe's it's 40 something emerging from long slumber in marriage, but after going on some nice dates with some very beautiful 30 somethings, I'm just not interested in the single scene at this age.
For a separated man, at my age, the 20 somethings are too young. Physically very attractive. But it feels like exploitation. There's just mismatch in confidence, and if not that, I just don't find them that interesting. I suppose I'd be open to a certain individual in that age but the effort of looking would be enormously tedious. Then the 30 somethings. Too intense. Too focused on the ovary stock and what to do with it.... like now! I can't do it.
I think the 40 somethings would be cool. If they survived intact. Without too many issues. I'm guess I'm a hypocrite.
So mating is not great at this age.
But here's what is, as someone else indicated: 1. Not giving a f@ck. Not even a little bit. Actually a slight problem for dating. 2. Being confident. 3. Knowing what to do with your time and getting to it. 4. Productive inspiration.
So, I'd say I'm very happy with where I'm at. But saying that without the slightest concern for an object of romance and desire has come as a surprise, as I am both pruriently preoccupied and hopelessly romantic.
I guess it's the freedom. And wanting to be inspired and creative more than laid.
Maybe I'll get baby fever and stalk an unsuspecting sugar baby with a healthy womb and baby appropriate energy in a few years.
Right now. A man cave with a weight bench, my electric guitar with an amp buzzing and ready, rustic metal and concrete appointments, the lights out in my apartment, frequent pointless nudity, perpetual take out, and my own passionate creative work, sounds just about awesome. So awesome, I'm happy sublimating my erections into work.