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I’ve been feeling dissolutioned lately from unsatisfying hookups with unsavory guys who show no interest in me beyond my cock. One recent guy took offense when I asked by email if he had a good weekend. I was just attempting to be friendly and personable. He responded to me rather annoyed and said “what difference does that make?”
Don’t get me wrong - I have certainly appreciated the carnal thrill of anonymous one-time fucks where barely a word is spoken (more times than I can count). However, when things progress beyond that to sharing contact information and arranging repeated encounters, I don’t think engaging in a little polite conversation is asking too much (but I’m apparently wrong in that assumption).
I’ve many times wondered if my personality is too relationship-oriented to find happiness and satisfaction in the gay hookup culture. After a while, the complete lack of interest in me as a person starts to feel dehumanizing.
I’m aware that that my advancing age and imperfect fitness are likely contributing factors to the kind of rude treatment I sometimes receive when attempting to introduce a personal element. I learned a long time ago that choosing to participate in this flakey hookup culture requires a tough skin, so I guess this just goes with the territory.
Throughout the online cruising world, I’m encountering more and more guys looking for PNP (sexual encounters combined with party drugs like meth, molly, and G). In my experience, adding drug use to the mix only seems to amplify this aspect of depersonalization.
As I get older, it also makes me realize that I do not have unlimited time to continue chasing ass and cock without making myself look pathetic and ridiculous. I can only ride the daddy craze for so long. I’ve accepted that some of my sexual bucket list Items will likely remain unfulfilled.
Thank goodness for a few regular fuckbuds in my life who still give me hope that basic human connection can indeed coexist with animalistic penis thrusting.
*Rant Off*
Don’t get me wrong - I have certainly appreciated the carnal thrill of anonymous one-time fucks where barely a word is spoken (more times than I can count). However, when things progress beyond that to sharing contact information and arranging repeated encounters, I don’t think engaging in a little polite conversation is asking too much (but I’m apparently wrong in that assumption).
I’ve many times wondered if my personality is too relationship-oriented to find happiness and satisfaction in the gay hookup culture. After a while, the complete lack of interest in me as a person starts to feel dehumanizing.
I’m aware that that my advancing age and imperfect fitness are likely contributing factors to the kind of rude treatment I sometimes receive when attempting to introduce a personal element. I learned a long time ago that choosing to participate in this flakey hookup culture requires a tough skin, so I guess this just goes with the territory.
Throughout the online cruising world, I’m encountering more and more guys looking for PNP (sexual encounters combined with party drugs like meth, molly, and G). In my experience, adding drug use to the mix only seems to amplify this aspect of depersonalization.
As I get older, it also makes me realize that I do not have unlimited time to continue chasing ass and cock without making myself look pathetic and ridiculous. I can only ride the daddy craze for so long. I’ve accepted that some of my sexual bucket list Items will likely remain unfulfilled.
Thank goodness for a few regular fuckbuds in my life who still give me hope that basic human connection can indeed coexist with animalistic penis thrusting.
*Rant Off*