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May 28, 2004The missed opportunityOn my last night in Costa Rica, I was back in San Jose, so I went out for a nice dinner and strolled the streets for a while. I heard Led Zeppelin playing from a jukebox in a place called "The Nashville Bar," so I stopped in for a cervesa. I didn't take a good sip of my beer before I had TWO Costa Rican wimmen draped all over me. They were more than friendly, and their wandering hands discovered my ever semi-erect bionic Roscoe right away. I had a few colones in my pocket that I needed to get rid of before I left the country, so I bought both chicas bonitas a drink. I received a glimpse of their titas in return. I don't know what's wrong with me anymore. In the old days, every brain cell I had would have run straight to my dick and I would have wandered off into the night with those wimmen. Hell, the thought of being robbed or having my throat cut in some dark alley never would have occurred to me. If they were hookers, I had plenty of money to pay them. If they were just looking for sport, I could accomodate both. But I really wasn't interested. I bought them a drink, gave them both a cigarette, thanked them for their company and walked out of that bar. I went to a nearby park and sat on a bench next to a big fountain. I wondered what the hell has become of me. I never thought I would EVER say this, but sex just isn't that important to me anymore. I've cut a large swath in my life. I've had lots of wimmen in my bed. I've had cheap sex, one-night stands, expensive sex, group-gropes and just about everything else you can imagine. I cannot recall the names or the faces of half the wimmen I've had sex with. Once, I considered myself to be quite a swordsman. Now, looking at where that kind of behavior landed me, I'm not very proud of myself. I don't want to do that shit anymore. I should have either gotten laid or robbed that night, but I ended up sitting on a park bench and thinking about life. After I was finished with my deep thoughts, I walked back to my hotel and went to bed. I had a plane to catch the next day.
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Sucks to be a grown up doesn't it. Posted by: James Old Guy on May 28, 2004 11:11 AMSome lessons are tougher to learn than others. At least you've proven that you're never too old to learn! Seriously, I'm proud of you. Good work. Posted by: Nameis on May 28, 2004 01:18 PMSome things seem very important to us at one point in our life; then we morph into adults and find nothing is so precious as just being alive and able to enjoy life! Posted by: Michele on May 28, 2004 02:28 PMWelcome home. And you are right, as we grow older (I am waiting for the wiser part to show, it'll get here eventually), it seems the young pretties who may cross our path, are great for the eyes, and the sweet smell of youth tugs strongly on old memories. But there is no challenge in the horizontal swordplay, not when there is nothing more to prove. Guess if we live long enough, we all grow up to some degree or another. (For what it's worth, the next birth day is the big Five -Oh on this end. I think that puts us in about the same age bracket.) Posted by: Guy S. on May 28, 2004 05:32 PMThat was not a *missed* opportunity, my man. You seized an opportunity to choose a different path. Feels pretty good I bet. Posted by: mike on May 28, 2004 07:01 PMI once read that when you caught a monarch butterfly, made a wish, and let it go that your dreams would come true.I had a men nagerie of monarchs all summer last summer in my backyard and before I discovered them I never caught one or made a wish. I wonder if they'll come back this summer? C'mon, who's blogging under Rob's name. The driver of RoboCrank would never say stuff like that. OK, I believe it. I realized the same thing about five years ago. The next time you're really interested, it'll be because there's something more there than just the necessary anatomic parts... Posted by: Patrick on May 28, 2004 10:16 PMSaid Plato, when ridiculed by younger men for his lack of libido, "I am glad to finally be rid of that beast, for now I can control my life." (or something like that. Been awhile since I've read me Greek philosophers). Posted by: Seppo on May 29, 2004 01:58 AMI really appreciate blogs like this one becuase it is insightful and helps me communicate with others. Post a comment
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