I [21m] get used as an itch scratcher an amount I'm relatively satisfied with, after all a morning of awkwardness is better than a night of loneliness. We all have desires and we all need to feel needed even if we only shed an hour or two of moonlight together then disappear from each other's lives.

When it comes to intimacies, the majority of women prefer older men. I mean, why wouldn't they. Most men my age are emotional punching bags and don't have a spec of their shit together. So completely skipping this demographic that plagues the dating pool is really a woman's only option.

So I guess we're left as the scratchers, the late night organ donors, the smashers and dashers until we start growing greys. But when the greys show the genitalia slows and withers. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed the coffee you were drinking or the turd you were dropping while reading this.

Peace, love, and good luck