Do people have sex at fifty?

Them older ones never stop trying. Those young ones are always hot looking. Where are my aged one if we still believe in sex at fifty?

Life is good at fifty. I feel just as good today, as I did ten years ago. Ten years before that, I learned I could be just as happy working smarter instead of more difficult for the money to spend on dear sweet honey. It’s funny to think ten more years back from then I had a small plane to get to where I am right now. If I had to do it all over again, sure I might have to change a few things.

However, I would feel the same way. I would want more of who and or whatever was my drive force. When I was a young child, my mother took to a vast field that sat between the ole ball stadium and the parking area. It was more or less in a very efficient type neighborhood that we walked thru to get to a circular wall that the big industrial industry office building overlooked.

My mother was young, sweet, and carefree indeed about life, read to me the words that were on the inside of the circled wall. I am sorry it’s been years since I read the original piece. However, it goes something like this “Find your drive force, and strive to achieve your goals in life with it.”

My mother began skipping and saying things like what was going to be my drive force? Was it going to be a car or a girl? Either one can lead you to some shelter if you need to know that is what all living creatures need goal minded or not.

I couldn’t wait to get back home to tell my dad that down the road from where we used to watch ball games was the circular wall. I wanted my father to know that skipping with my mother thru the field on our way back that I chose vehicles to be my drive force to achieve goals in life. That was when my nosy Brother popped out of hiding to say he was smarter because he wanted girls to be his drive force.

My mother got to smirking say sorry she took him first. They just walked, where I got to skip with my mother. Besides, either way, we both had achieved many goals from back during family discussion days is what my mother called us getting together like we were.

One thing that I can say out of the three choices my mother gave was my Brother, and I should have both took the shelters to be the driving force. My Brother didn’t want to be a father or settle down to one female. He was the first one to do what he did precisely was settle down early with kids.

I don’t think he got anywhere close to the number of girls I did or that he wanted to. The sad part of that was I was the one that only wanted one female in my life with more than a dozen children. We both got the opposite of what our goals and dreams were.

My older sibling still works things out with the kids’ mother after having an open marriage to an agreed separation. I could never get to the honeymoon, let alone think of a divorce with the number of girlfriends I had. We dated twins, and I got the unsure one, and was too young is what some people said. Even though my Brother didn’t stick with his kids’ mother, he did do several other dates, just not as random as I ended up doing. People around here come and go.

So I hit a few streams of wealth where I could date three at a time was the most I got up to at one time of dating. My older sib ended up sticking with one at a time after all. And was more successful then I was with keeping a female. I guess that is what happens when you make and break promises to each one. I kept myself honest with each one and got nowhere except for a decent ride each time.

Descent rides won them over, and yes, my mother was right. The location of my shelter, otherwise known as home, played a part in vehicles, and girls. My many cars turned the heads of a lot of females that were mean beautiful and looking for a good time just as planned. I have friends in professional dad type vehicles that are in a different style of female I am into on a random basis.

I guess after a few errors on hooking people up with girls left me out of the picture with one of my dream girls that my older sib took over made me think about open dating when I was young. What happened is I am Tan skin toned, and one of my dream girls was white with eyes on me a lot in class.

She had a few friends and befriended the new girl who happened to be tan-skinned toned as well. So I thought I would hook my white friend up with the tan-skinned girl in a letter where I brought my older sib in on the action as well. I forgot to tell my dream girl to please bring another friend. I was way too sneaky, and it didn’t work in my favor.

So years later, and I went for the twin girl as revenge for my dream girl mess up. None of them would listen to me back then. So years later, about the time we began driving, and there was no way my older sib could get away from leaving me behind, so I took the twin from them all. That was because I felt I had to get revenge and got looked down on more so.

Early on, I had many great looking female friends, and any one of them would have been a dream girl to many people went thru my head after being with that twin who wasn’t anyone first chose type girl. She was the one that broke up with me. Then my friends disrespected me and slept with her while I went out of state to get my head together because of the dream girl’s mistake.

I was depressed for years mostly in my twenties, and the only way I got laid was by older Mothers who couldn’t get a good looking man Like myself. As my skills sharpened in my thirties. I started dating younger females to find out I wasn’t happily into the family issue like I used to be with a female.

It’s like the honeymoon would never have a chance to form. My friends treated me harshly because I was with the type of girls they had no chance of getting even when they were their age with the vehicles and looks I had.

Mother being a single Christian woman blaming us kids for her not being able to find a man, did cut me off during my forties. I haven’t spoken to her in seven years, and she can take it to the grave for all I care. Women, all they talk about is being married, and never did what a married woman should. It seemed like all they wanted was someone with a wallet and looked like myself.

What it was, I could never really bring myself up to the level of girl I wanted to be with because most of them had kids or they were lesbians. That was even with them flirting with me. I feel that my life is over because I have no kids, and the family would prefer me not to be around, as I have done nothing but respect my family my whole life. They were the ones that did me wrong. Just because I can pull in a hot woman didn’t make me any better or worse than anyone.

Every female has a side to them, and I found them down and watched each one blossom. My last vehicle drive force leads me to a heavy-duty work truck, an excellent sports truck, and excellent sports care. I got to admit that the better side of the last eight years has been on one female who is just as snooty as the twin.

So now that I am fifty, I am wondering what to do for companionship. I am not gay. However, I am starting to see the older than me ones trying for me, and I am like checks no. The younger ones show it even thru their shyness. I know the older ones in the area I live in will make a substantial big issue out of it all. So I just got to know so I can make my next vehicle buy for my drive force to work. Do people still have sex when they are fifty years old?

Either way, I strongly feel I need to change my approach to life because them woman didn’t help me. Each one claimed they wanted marriage and jumped ship right away with no return. Except for the last one, I ran her off in anger over a miss understanding no one cares to hear about it.

Just like my dream girl, I was going to impress with a Lamborghini dream I had from my father’s big industry checks he got. Funny isn’t it’ We all look to the wallet. However, I still don’t know what to do about being married.