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I’m past middle-age now. My attitude since about age 32 is that I just don’t want to bother. A real woman is a real problem. The definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over (dating) and expecting different results. They’re exhausting to me and I’d rather just beat my dick once or twice a week for maintenance and not have to entertain their childlike idiocy for the rest of my life. I have been celibate for quite some time now and I’m completely at peace with it. When you get older, your sex drive decreases and being left to your hobbies and having personal peace instead of some insipid harpie buzzing about is more important (at least to me) than a 3 second orgasm and a home cooked meal. The only thing I miss about a woman is cleaning my apartment but if I really want to, I can contract that out to an old Mexican broad for $50 a visit. I love coming home to complete silence and maybe pissing in my sink or ripping vile farts and going to sleep whenever I want and not having 46 shampoo bottles in my shower and long hairs all over my clothes and bedding. Women are like dogs: it’s fun to pet them and rub their belly, but I don’t want to hear their whining or have them shitting in my house.