While I have been away

Missed Meeting
So, it seems to me I need to make something clear. My online dating life may seem rather unseemly and promiscuous to some of my readers. Mea Culpa. However, I must reveal that before becoming single several years ago, and even after becoming single, I was literally celibate for nearly ten years. This is true. There are no exaggerations nor hyperbole in this blog. I had not had sexual relations for the last seven years of my marriage and for the first two after the divorce.
This may seem rather extreme, but my sex life was nil and it was not by choice I assure you. My loveless marriage was a partnership of parenting and that is all.
Along the way, I seem to have missed the men’s meeting. Apparently, during my hiatus from physical intimacy, the men of the country all came together to create a manifesto of rather new sexual norms. This detailed document. to which I was not privy, has changed the rules of the sexual game. Evidently, women are now required to shave their hoo-has, in some case wax them completely. Dolphins, hummingbirds and or flowers must be tattooed somewhere in close proximity to the privates and contraceptives are frowned upon. Women seem to believe that deep throating a guy is what he wants and are proud to declare that even prior to getting physical. And what is the deal with cumming on the face? I have to believe that porn has a great deal to do with this but I am baffled by the new rules.
Hopefully, my readers have come to the conclusion that I have been with a number of sluts, and as a result, have probably contracted several gruesome STDs. And many of you believe that it serves me right. Perhaps you are right. Perhaps I have chosen the low hanging fruit in an attempt to make up for the years of dormancy I experienced. Then again, for the years I stared down biological determinism, I have to say that my will is strong, and I am still holding out hope for love.
A man’s desire for sex is biologically wired in us. As many Priests can attest, our prurient urges tend to overwhelm even the most pious of us. For me, to quote Bill Hicks, “It will take a special woman…or…a bunch of average ones.” I am hoping that when that special one comes along, I will be emotionally available and man enough not to ask, “do you want it on the face or on the tits?”

Catcher’s Mitt

The Catcher’s Mitt

So, I left us with some questions to ponder and it is imperative we don’t discount the last one.  There is the sense, particularly with women, that their exes are out their boning every nineteen year old in their neighborhood…or at least all the MILF sluts throwing themselves at guys after their own divorces. I know that I am generalizing, but women talk and judge each other.  For every knitting session, there is one woman who says that she just needs a good rodgering to soothe her mind.  The common understanding is that the ex has introduced the new girlfriend to the world and she needs to do some catching up…or at least have a bona fide hate fuck that will be directed at all males who have done her wrong.

This is why, fellas, you never ever, even though it is tempting to, let your sex life be broadcast to the world.  You must let your ex think that you are pining away in your abode, lonely and couch bound.  This may sound, to my female readers, to be a petty and juvenile tactic by a small-minded, sex crazed lunatic.  I may be all of those things, but I want my ex-wife to be happy.  By keeping my private life private, I let her move on and even let her think I still hold a candle to her. I know what you are thinking…so here you are on this blog inviting the world into your sex life. Hypocritical? Perhaps, but the intention is not to wound my ex wife, but rather, it is to educate and inform readers of ways to move on. Sex is only part of the puzzle, and indeed, a tricky one at that.

Which brings us to the online dating world.  For every, Zoosk and EHarmony site, there are also sites like XSwipes, BeDiscreet, and Tinder that allow our more prurient selves be satisfied.  We need not do what the ladies who are looking for romance do.  While they write brilliant, witty profiles, (which we seldom read BTW), and try to find the normal-ish male who can write a sentence, refrain from sending shirtless or dick pics, and be employed, we simply need to be able to spot the desperate, vulnerable woman who will provide us with what we need.

When we are looking to settle down with a truly deserving woman, the tactics will be different.  There will be the first text that says something like…”looking to find a lady who will allow me to love her and worship the goddess that she is.”  Our photos will be thoughtful and include puppies and outdoor candids. 

For the guys and gals who are in pain because their exes are getting it on, just remember the things you could not stand after a while.  If his ever expanding gut and ever infrequent erections left you bored and angry…realize that it is someone else’s problem now.  If her pussy resembled a well- used hairy catcher’s mitt, picture the face of the poor guy who turns on the light en flagrante.

Dysfunction Junction

Dysfunction Junction

There is nothing worse than a divorcee droning on about the vindictiveness and worthlessness of their ex.  It is a petty and pointless exercise.  Friends just nod in acceptance hoping that the victimhood ends soon and therapists and colleagues feel not only disinterested but also uncomfortable respectively. On to victimhood.  There is a major problem in this country.  All the women I offended in my previous post have their antennae up.  First, let me say that the MeeToo Movement is worthwhile and very necessary.  As an athlete in college, I was exposed to some unabashed, mysoginistic behavior that was not only accepted but encouraged and promoted to flourish.  And this was at an extremely liberal and progressive college.

But while movements like this shine a light on the plight of the marginalized, they also seem to breed this overwhelming thirst for retribution in the form of victimhood.  I am not getting into the Ford-Kavanaugh sweepstakes of who was more victimized.  But it sickened me that the reputations of two successful people became a political football where neither would come out unscathed. 

I am going to keep my eye on the ball.  There are other movements whose bedrock principles are grounded in the victimhood dynamic.  But we are focused here on another topic entirely.

Look, everyone who has been in a divorce, particularly if the marriage was a long one, has come out on the other end with some battle scars.  But carrying the cross of victim is not doing anyone any favors.  Instead, lick your wounds and move forward.  Focus on the future and learn from the past. 

Anyone who claims or puts forth the façade that their marriage or relationship is devoid of even a little bit of dysfunction is deluding themselves.  We grew up in a time where the Osmonds, Mandrells and Waltons were the model for wholesome, wonderful, All-American families.  We can see how that all turned out.  But even if TV land does not imprint its branding of familial perfection into your worldview, we still have fairy tales teaching our kids about “Happily ever after…”  Which is never defined and never explained.  It would be too murky and complicated.

So, some questions to ponder for this post.

How is your past keeping your future from happening?

Why is playing the victim so seemingly important to people?  Does the moral high ground have some sort of magical elixir that cures all the pain and jealousy divorce creates?

How does fucking a virtually complete stranger tell you something about how you are coping?

Whither to Dunk

There is a place in our brains that remembers what our bodies used to be capable of.  Then there is reality.  For guys, this usually hits home on the fields and courts of our kids.  You go to serve and volley and you are not even close to the net when the ball comes back.  You try again and pull a muscle.  Match over.

I have a seminal moment in my recent recollection when I was absolutely floored to learn I could no longer dunk a basketball.  Truth be told, I never was very good at it, but as a skinny white guy barely over 6’ 1, I was proud of that athletic accomplishment.  I was 26 and went to jam and I couldn’t even sniff the rim! These days I struggle to grab the bottom of the net.  My point is that past prowess is still in our minds when bodies might be letting us down.

Sex and the middle aged man comes down to these four things…

  • Getting it
  • Keeping it
  • Skill
  • Size

Prior to my decade of down and out (figuratively), I never had a problem with the blood flow.  When it was on, I was Donkey Kong.  I also had stamina to burn.  There were often times where I knew she was done and I either faked it or closed my eyes and dreamed of Toni Braxton and/or Christina Applegate (or a combination of the two) to get me there.  Skill is a hard thing to measure…whereas size is easy.  Skill really comes down to knowing what your partner likes and knowing what she loves.  Doing them both well and focusing on her pleasure first is usually a game changer.  For women, sex is like a snowstorm.  You never know how long it will last or how many inches you will get.  If you focus on her first, all those others who came before you (you like how I did that?) will not be able to measure up(now that’s just being silly).

So now that I am back in the game, I have to wonder whether the skills I had have either diminished significantly or gone away entirely.  So the overflowing confidence of my youth is going to be challenged in the intercourse arena.  So far, I have passed the test with one notable exception.  The tickle man, who I once owned like the Patriots own the Jets, has won the last couple rounds.  I will have to work on that.  Thirty minutes just does not cut it.  Alas, I cannot blame it on backed up Willy anymore.  I am getting my share.  I just hope Mister “At Least an Hour” has not gone the same route as the dunk. 


Daddy is Dating

This is a blog about the vicissitudes of online dating post divorce.  For Dads, things might be slightly different than for Moms, but the insights gleaned from the past several months of dating should be educational for both men and women.  As the title connotes, there are children involved.  While the ages of children of divorce vary, there are a whole set of issues parents have to deal with depending on their child/children’s ages.  I will try not to go too far off script and I am not a psychologist, so I will do my best to enlighten my readers about the dating game and try to stay away from all the other difficulties divorce can exacerbate.

I have done the heavy lifting.  Signed up for numerous websites and will do my best to inform readers of some of the tendencies I see.  I have had some success and some failure, I can tell you what I thinks works best and what does not work at all.  I have utilized different photos, different profiles and different strategies.  But all of them are true to me.  Creating a profile that is false is the first mistake many online daters do.  The most common tactic is that they post old pics or photo-shopped pics.  Next, they create a written profile that is not true or exaggerated at best.  It is not their intention to mislead necessarily, but rather, it is the attempt to portray the kind of person that they think will get the attention of potential dates.

So, in order for this blog to be beneficial, I must introduce myself.  This blog will scare away some people and will leave you gut laughing at some of the experiences I have had.  I intend to use humor and sarcasm to keep some readers on board.  But I also will be brutally honest with my readers, no matter how unpleasant and gratuitous I may behave.  If we have divorced, then we have experienced some of the worst life experiences possible.  Indeed, we all have our battle scars and war wounds.  I hope to give a little window into the search for redemption, second chances and hope.  We all will make mistakes and fumble our way towards happiness, and I hope this blog will help people realize how absurd the online space can be, but how it can also allow us to heal.