I am an old bachelor. Not by choice. Widowed. Over time, the widowed thing fades away, and the bachelor thing prevails. I won't get married again. What's the point? I'm not going to be on this earth that much longer.
I have the freedom to do as I please. Could be dating a dozen women, but... that is completely incompatible with attaining peace of mind. Peace of mind is more important to me now than pussy.
I was married for over 30 years and widowed twice. What a thing, huh? And, now, I am facing old age and death alone. Ultimately, we must all walk that lonesome valley, but I did not foresee this thing happening to me.
There are so many lonely old ladies out there. That's just a numbers game. Men die off, on average, seven years earlier than women. Finding a man who's alive and healthy becomes a tough hack. I can easily see how a conniving old bachelor like me could be jumping from bed to bed. When I was young, that really appealed to me.
But, as I said, there's no peace of mind in living like that. The old ladies still get jealous and possessive, and they want a lot of attention. Accepting the best they're likely to get is not something women are good at.
What an odd status it is being an old bachelor! I think that the likely outcome over the next decade is that I will live in solitude and quiet... which is not so bad. I've had plenty of adventure and excitement.
Life is always surprising. At least, mine has always been surprising. Maybe something awaits me that I cannot imagine.
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