I sort of found a selfish silver lining to this predicament. I get to be the ultimate wingman. I get to meet new people, go out and have fun. I never have to give out my number, have my hopes crushed, or feel vulnerable.
My friends and their lonely hearts feel jaded, cautious, afraid, excited, and every emotion in between. I just get to drink beer. I introduce myself to everyone "I'm Sam. I'm very old and very married." Most still talk to me. A few walk away-
While my friends are trying to sort through their real life loneliness, they encounter a lot of asses. Seriously. I'm beyond puzzled by this.
Guys in the bar scene are, generally, total tools!
While there are some really good phrases I've witnessed, I can only repeat the pg ones:
-how married are you?
-nice boobs.
-that girl is young- you can tell 'cuz her ass hasn't dropped.
-do you want to smoke a bowl?
-you seem like a girl that hands out free samples.
-people wouldn't even notice if we left.
-so is that a solid no?
So what happened? It's the chicken and the egg scenario. Were guys asses, and that's how they ended up divorced? Or were they ruined by a woman/marriage, and have now become skeptical, bitter asses?
I tend to believe that most guys were born kind. I think there are a lot of broken men out there. Sad, really. Too bad we can't fix all of them.
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