Would that I could but nobody, on this site anyway, has done more than ask me for my (cell) phone number so we can text each other.
I don't USE a cell phone.
I have a cordless base set with 3 wireless handsets that only display Caller ID.
I hand out my number regularly to all of them and ask them to call, so we can talk.
Guess how many have called?
Yep, NONE - furthermore they immediately stop communication on the message system here as well.

Either they are guys catphishing, which would immediately become apparent in a voice conversation, "escorts" looking for old guy customers, or they are mutes who cannot speak.
Either way they are not serious people and are not TRULY looking to find a meaningful relationship here.

I find it sad really, because I am a brilliant conversationalist, well-educated on almost any subject, and like nothing more than to spend time talking with and listening to women.
Heck, I end up having long conversations with customer service ladies when I call companies about stuff and invariably they thank me for brightening up their day.
(Lawdy call-answering must be mind-numbing work if I'm the one making their day.)

There is only 1 thing that could make me change from an agnostic to a believer.
Stop all the pain & suffering being caused by the azzhats of the world trying to get richer/more powerful/more control over others.
If that happened, if war and child abuse suddenly stopped happening all over the world - then yes, I could become a believer.
I wouldn't even have to see this deity, just proof of its works in that way would be enough.

On the flip side let's say there is some sort of prime mover, a god or gods that actually do exist.
Even if that were true - in fact even more so because of that existence AND still the suffering goes on - then any such "deity" is a terrible thing and certainly not deserving of worship and obeisance by any sane human being.

What is most astonishing to me is that people in massive numbers can worship such an idea IN SPITE OF that entity's failures to deliver kindness and end suffering - it's as though they are worshiping the evil and suffering itself - which is why, in addition to being an agnostic on the subject of a prime mover (there is not 1 single indisputable proof of such a being throughout history, aside from tall tales handed down for millennia) I am also someone who views "religious" people with great disdain.

Not those who are spiritual, mind you, just the ones going around promoting this brand or the other of "religion".
They are intellectually lazy, substituting effort to gain knowledge with simple "faith"/"belief", and have NEVER seriously questioned the subject matter.

Not saying I am any sort of expert on the matter either but I did spend my formative years surrounded by the church and its teachings and even studied all the major religions, and some of the minor ones, for 2 years during high school.
It is most likely that those religious studies are what converted me to agnosticism, aside from the pure azzhattery present in the world and seemingly to me MOST present within those who profess a belief in a religion.

The most decent human being I ever met was my father-in-law.
Not once in the 5 years he was alive after I met him did he ever say 1 thing about religion or try to convert me.
He simply lived every single minute of his life in line with his belief in the goodness of a Catholic version of God who cares about people - which is far better than any supposed creator has ever done on this Earth.

So true..it was by using image searches that I came to realize just how many of the female profiles are just copied & pasted from professional bios of totally unrelated people in far aware places (a petro engineering professional in Dubai claiming to be right here in my home city, for instance).

I had considered that possibility Duttoneer but lying out of the gate seems to be a poor way start any relationship, let alone one with a man such as myself who detests liars with a deep & abiding passion.
I do not lie, not ever, not even to preserve the social niceties (does this dress make me look fat?)
I may be a bit odd, but lying to someone never seemed to turn out well in the end - so I stopped doing it.

If a woman wants an older man, then she should state so in her profile at least and not leave a lingering misimpression drawn from only the matching algorithm's profile headline.
The lingering impressions from that tend to quickly beg the question whether a younger woman is simply seeking a "sugar daddy" because her looks haven't paid off with a man her own age and because older men are generally more financially secure and can give her a life of comfort & ease without working & saving for it.

Not nice to make assumptions but those are cold hard facts surrounding the "self-employed/consultant/free lancer Gen-X women overstating their ages here - many are in fact working women looking for "paying dates" & this is just one more form of advertising no different than backpages or other escort ad venues.

Oh, and thanks for the well-wishes and same to you, if you are also a seeker.

Dunnoe why you seem to have an issue with me personally.
If I offend you so much, stop replying to my posts and giving your unsolicited advice on what constitutes a "proper dating pool" for someone my age.
FYI, my recently deceased wife ALWAYS looked more than 2 decades younger than her age - good genetics one supposes, since she used no cosmetic enhancers - and she was older than I was.

In person it's not difficult to judge age accurately, but photos, which is what we are limited to here unless someone agrees to meet IRL, are an entirely different exercise.
These days many senior women over 60 photograph quite well and do have youthful appearances - albeit nowhere near some of the ones I was posting about - you understand, 25-30 year olds stating they are in their mid-50s to mid-70s, which is how they end up in my match profiles to begin with.

So, are you stating that I should practice reverse ageism whenever a woman seeking a man my age and claiming to be in my age bracket (+/- 15 years) fails to look like a withered old crone?
Or is it that you resent a man my age even looking at any women a couple years younger than you?
(My age search parameter is set at 55-75.)
You claim to live in Zeeland, more than 6,000 miles from Wisconsin.
Perhaps you don't fall into my distance parameter of 100 miles (and not because of your appearance) & that is why I never initiated a conversation with you?
Another FYI, I have always been attracted to women older than myself but that "pool" doesn't seem to have as many fish in it these days.
Perhaps a man my age doesn't have a lot of choices about looks, in the pond he's fishing in.

Am I the only one who notices that about 70% of the match profiles that say 56-70+ of age have photos of young ladies who can barely have reached the age of consent?
Either Mingle2 is randomly assigning ages that are in fact not accurate or they are all liars.

One woman I did have intercourse with (scrape your filth mind out of the gutter - it was social inter-course, as in exchanging messages) admitted in the 2nd exchange that since I was being honest she had to admit she was really 42, not the 62 on her profile.
She lied!
Not that I fell for it because I told her that if she was 62 I was 129 - that's when she fessed up.

So what is it with all these young chickadees claiming to be Silver Citizens?
Are they posting photos of themselves from 30 years ago or just straight up lying about their age for some weird reason?
Oh, and more than half of them have empty profiles, which seems a good way to sift the wheat from the "bot" chaff - empty profile = not a real person.

Ladies, if you want to be taken seriously, put something about yourself in the profile, or do you just want to play "Tinder Hookup" and swipe on hot hunk photos in your matches without anyone knowing anything about you?
I believe they have an app for that called ..... drum roll please .... TINDER !!

Since when do testicles hatch?

My oldest son dated a woman with an autistic child with a 1.5 year old mind, for 8 years.
What broke it up was her oldest boy coming back from the Philippines and moving in and apparently he was jealous of his mother sharing her attention.
If my son could handle THAT for 8 years (I seriously doubt I could have) your daughter is practically a hundred Xmas presents by comparison.
There's a guy out there for you, keep looking until he finds you.

Latest out of CERN is that they've opened a rift to a paralell universe and when they adjust the parameters of the experiment whatever is on the other side appears to give evidence that they are an active intelligence and observing the experiment at CERN.
Would explain UFOs if they are advanced enough to send observation craft across the rift.

I've long held that scientists are being tricked by red shift.
If you've ever shined a flashlight through a glass of muddy water you'll see it's been red shifted a great deal over less than a foot.
If the universe is just dirty space filled with unlit - ergo "dark" - matter, then light would bounce all over the place and red shift as it slows down - making distances assumed to be much farther away because of the amount of red shift.
Then they are not really so far away and any calculations about expansion or distance are meaningless because they are based on a false set of premises.

Where can I find a sale price on a good pitchfork?
There's enough manure (my wife used to laugh out loud every time I said that word) here to keep a person mucking out the stalls for a month.

The UK in general has far superior actors because the vast majority cut their chops on the stage before (and even while) becoming "famous" TV or movie stars.
Give me Nicola Walker, Dame Helen Mirren, or Dame Judy Dench over Margot Robbie, Julia Roberts or whatever flavor of the month walking beauty pageant winner is being sold as the next young "star" in American cinema.
Can't act for shight, none of them.
There's a reason why Bette Davis is still considered the best actress to ever come out of Hollyweird and it wasn't because of her looks.

Ever heard of subtitles?
Half my viewing is accompanies by subtitles, even the English language ones because UK and Australia accents are impenetrable for Americans.
Kreist on a pogo stick, I have enough problems understanding American shows because sound quality is always an afterthought with those people.
There is a lot of decent TV coming out of Europe, Asia, and Australia these days.

NATIONAL TREASURES (ARMY IN WHITE)
by Robert Hyatt ©2004 ©2023

Tender mercies helping hands
Extended gladly no blaring bands
Loving acts of kindness free
Quietly open for all to see
Yet making no demands

The silent service tending
Priceless duty each one rend'ring
Feed clean medicine applied
Soil removed with ever-lasting pride
These nurses love I'm sending

In hours of painful grief
Providing surrogate in relief
Of that which we cannot bear
The seamless coverage help and care
For ones stricken low beneath

Freeing minds to suffer whole
Freeing bodies to heal the goal
Grief stricken burdens lifted
Army in white their gift unsifted
Salves the sorrow stricken soul

This woeful attempt at expressing deep gratitude
for the Army in White's service to my wife,
and our family during our darkest hours,
is but a pitiful remittance on the account we owe them.
Thank you to ALL the nurses of America
for the excellent and underappreciated job
they do for us all.


Copyright ©2004, ©2023 by IdioT_SavanT_i4®
aka: Robert James Hyatt & Sandy Ann Hyatt
Dedicated to the UW Hospitals & Clinics Transplant Care Team
2005-2022

Bottom line, p*ssy doesn't wear out unless we're talking about a prolapsed uterus, which can happen to professionals who abuse themselves.
To me it doesn't matter if she's had none or a hundred - albeit I have issues with virgins and avoided them when there were still a few around.
Are you attractive enough (to me) to want to have sex with you?

If that answer is yes, then why should I care if she's experienced - hell, it's to my benefit if she learned a few tricks before and uses them to please me (and herself), as long as she doesn't bring an STD into the equation.
(HIV, HPV, & warts aren't something you can just "fix" with a pill.)
I've got the equipment, the skills, & confidence in them, to insure she ends up with a smile.

If the answer is no we still might become platonic friends but since the sex part doesn't concern me it's none of my concern.
More power to her if she can get a little summin summin to take care of her needs.

It is.
My 45 year old son moved back in so he could go back to school.
If Amber hadn't deactivated her account I'd have offered to do the same for her.

You can thank me for waiting to part the Red Sea UNTIL you reached dry ground.

Funny that, I still maintain an email account from 2002-ish on: phuquer2@juno.com
Wanna buy it?
LOL

Allow me to explain, on March 13th ,1971 I met my wife for the second time (to the best of my recollection) the first being a chance meeting, one of those people on the same joint kinda things, a year earlier.
Of course on that first encounter I was houndin' to get somma her girlfriend whom I knew to be a slut.
(Hey! at 16 what else should I be thinking about??? )
Anyhow, I guess I was still hound-doggin' because I was actually cooking dinner for another lady at the time (at her place where I intended to sleep).
At 5:30 in the afternoon on Saturday the 13th of March in walks this halo with a slender beautiful deepest auburn haired vixen attached.
The VERY first thought to cross my mind when I locked eyes with her; (remember, I'm 17 3/4 years old, cheap, and very easy AND yes I know this is gonna sound contrived, made-up or that I'm still houndin' for YOU the reader here, BUT I assure you it is indeed 100% truth, no adulterant memories added)... the very FIRST thought to cross my mind was;
"MY GOD! THIS IS THE WOMAN I'M GOING TO MARRY!"
12,054 days later NOTHING has been lost only gained.
On Saturday the 13th of March, 2004 it will have been 33 years to the DAY.
In honor of that occasion and to test my new skills on the computer, I wrote this ORIGINAL poem for her and will be presenting her with a card I designed around it with The Print Shop Premiere Edition 5.
It's a beautiful card if I do say so myself.
I hope I git sum.

On the Thirteenth Day of March Nineteen Hundred and Seventy One

I wasted life many years back then
I sought unknowing listless when
You entered my life a golden halo
Shining nimbus of sun's rays aglow

Radiant colors bearing a coppery sheen
Flaring ruby red and an emerald green
Carnelian brown and shimmering onyx black
Silken fronds draped across your back

Aphrodite aglide on denim and sandals
Apparition to smite Visigoths and Vandals
With love's power to ensnare wild beast
This what I felt only scribed least

Electric magnetic charges so intense
Confounding mind and reeling sense
Thoughts of marriage assault the brain
Charging headlong become a speeding train

This the one the missing half of a soul
Come to make life and to make one whole
Locking together all that e'er I will be
Parts unglimpsed unknown prior e'en to me

Monument building temple begun
This the course love will run
Erecting edifices though insubstantial
No less real than stones palatial

Physical apparition changing across time
House of love emotions set in rhyme
Truest expression of love to last
Set permanently memories of the past

I place the words shrine eternal
Planting seed the growing kernel
Pen in hand memorial images ablaze
Of how I loved twelve thousand days

Savoring the scene tender caresses
You bent o'er me flowing tresses
Massaging away troubles and sorrows
Evaporating promising better tomorrows

Sharing rejoicing in each of my gains
Putting aside your own internal pains
Making of me a striding hero awalk
Ready to defend your threats I stalk

These small things great they be
Challenges all I fought for thee
Children hurt, shelter missing, anguish
Quarrels relative, concerns I vanquish

Life together we moved forward caring
Building memories of loving of sharing
Mortaring together the bonds familial
Those ties emotional so mercurial

Each one placing within my brow
Gleaming pictures of just how
Life and love dreams made real
Your gift to me sublime they heal

The void unknown at first chance meet
Become apparent along fate's street
Brought to me a saving grace
In the shape of your oval face

Opal skin auburn hair slender form
Changes in time to things more worn
Matter not to mind soul and heart
Not for all with one would I part

All that is me all that I am
Is because YOU extended your hand
All burns within, the movie plays
Of how I loved for twelve thousand days

Copyright IdioT_savanT_i4 2004 ©

Updated after she passed away on Christmas Day:

All that I am all that is me
Is because YOU extended your touch
You shaped the man I would be
For that I thank you ever so much

Now you are gone & I am alone
Each night in our bed where the spirits lay
Grief gnaws at me like an old dog's bone
Only the sweetest memories keep it at bay

51 years 9 months 12 days
I don't have enough ways
To thank you for loving this one
Until you were done

I imagine you holding my hand
Mental images within the movie play
Of how I loved for eighteen thousand
Nine hundred & ten days
I'll love you always


Copyright Robert Hyatt© 2023

Okay, I'm at the point that I'll take any offer from any woman (or girl) with daddy issues who can get over the fact that I'm 72 and still not using a walker to get to the car.
Nope, I am not into "exercise", nope, I am not rich, nope, I'm not drop-dead handsome (any more-there was a time).

BUT, I have a nice car, a nice boat & a truck to pull it with, own my own home in a really nice and safe neighborhood with an extra bedroom if she doesn't want to sleep in my king bed with me, and I can actually cook, wash dishes, vacuum, & take out the garbage and recycling all by myself.
(I cheat and use the moto-cart at the grocery store because concrete floors give me a backache after an hour wandering around.)

I smoke, but I'm not a drinker, I am fairly intelligent and well-read on almost any subject but I'm not so full of hubris to think I know-it-all (aside from decades of being right almost every time - which is likely a result of what I was born with, not something I learned how to do.)
I will accept the dumbest "Box-O'-Rox" going as long as she is pleasing to the eye and doesn't mind if I just like to sit - or go places with her - and look at her while she does whatever she wants to do.
(Hell, I don't even care if she is involved the sex industry for a living - I used to know a lot of them when I was much younger and they were all really nice women.)

To me that's a fair trade - she gets material support & freedom to do as she pleases and I get to admire the artistry that is the human female form in motion.
So, how 'bout it ladies - any takers?

Honestly, I don't for a minute believe there are any attractive 50+ women on this site actually looking to make a connection, which is why I feel perfectly confident in making such a lopsided offer.
(PS: If it turns out she was to develop real feelings for me, so much the better, I'm ready now to give love another shot and be that mythical unicorn they all say they are looking for - honest to a fault, loyal, devoted, charitable, kind, - and a good time in public or private....that's not my opinion, it's the women I've hung out with that have said so.)