Don’t waste your sex life

LATELY I HAVE been reading about lots of men who cannot maintain or get an erection. What really is the problem?
It may seem harsh, but this is my advice to all women out there: if your men cannot have sex once a month or once every two months, get rid of them.
I am speaking from experience and I know what I am talking about.
I am 70 years old and look very good for my age. I still go to the gym and the beach regularly.
About 15 years ago I was involved with a man and we lived together. He was not romantic. He was not one to tell you he loved you.
I love music and dancing, he didn’t care less when we happened to go out that I would be the one on the dance floor by myself. He would just be sitting there. I danced alone because I respected him; but I envied the other women on the dance floor because I always dreamed of my man dancing with me and holding me close.
Although he could afford it, every time we travelled I had to pay my way.
At night I would lie in bed beside him, hearing him snoring heavily while I gently cried.
I just wanted him to tell me that he loved me; all I ever wanted him to do was to kiss and fondle me, but it never happened.
For years I longed to feel someone’s kisses and him making love to me. But I loved him and I remained faithful to him. I would wash, cook, press and do whatever it took to make this man happy, but got nothing in return.
I lived my life and never got anything that I really wanted from it.
And what I wanted from my man was what most women want – loads of romance, sweet words, special occasions and marriage.
My man promised to marry me a year after we met, but it never happened. I wanted sex three to four times weekly, but that too never happened.
I foolishly gave up my sex life for him because he was not able. But I would bet my life that if the tables were turned, he would have gone along and been the village ram.
Now we are both getting on in age and I regret not cheating on him or leaving him.
I robbed myself of enjoying my life because of one man.
I want all women reading this to heed what I am saying and don’t make the same mistake.
Life is too short not to make use of it. Don’t let one individual ruin your life like I did; I am living with regrets.
If your man is incapable of having sex, move on and enjoy your life.
If he is financially stable and you settle down with him, cheat but do it discreetly. Don’t let one man determine how you spend the remainder of your life – he is not worth it!
 
Left my girl because she got too big
 
I AM VERY UPSET at the way many Bajan women allow themselves to run to fat after they marry or settle down into a serious relationship.
To me, this is one of those issues that need to be talked about more, as it is a major reason why men have to get another woman.
I know some people would call me wutless, but the truth is the truth. Every man doesn’t like pork. Some like plump chickens or, like me, would prefer yardfowl body types – that is, slim things.
But women don’t own up to this. Instead, every time somebody raises it, they try to shut you down by dismissing you.
The fact is though that when they are trying to get you interested in them, they dress nicely all the time, paint up their face and are always getting their hair done – showing they understand the importance of looking good.
Yet, when they think they have you locked down, they allow themselves to run to fat, don’t pretty up themselves like before, and when you make a big deal about it, they always tell you that you should act your age.
It is as if you have a problem because you’ve mentioned something that is bothering you.
What women need to realize is that just because their men don’t talk about something like this, that does not mean they are not thinking about it.
When a fellow feels a certain way about a thing and can’t say anything about it because it causes a noise, the whole thing festers and then he gets fed up even faster over the slightest thing.
My last woman was just like this. She knew from the start that I liked slim things, but from the time she moved into my house she started eating down the place and got as big as ever.
She went from an attractive, plump woman in her 20s to a big woman who used to breathe like a whale if she did two turnarounds in the house, far less when we were having sex. I couldn’t stand for that.
Though I complained and quarrelled, she just wouldn’t do anything about her size so I had to leave her out. Now I am hearing that I am a dog, how ungrateful I am, and worse. But it is her fault.
She got too big though she knew I liked slim things, and she was bigger than my preferred size even when we met.
What I’m saying is that women need to stop blaming men for the things that happen to them; things that they bring on themselves.