Stats: 50m, married 25 years, two kids in college. Came here from r/deadbedrooms about 6 months ago. Was a fat fuck beta bux with no game to speak of wallowing in covert contracts and hoping to get starfish sex more than once every blue fucking moon.
Since swallowing the pill I've lost about 40 pounds of fat, updated the wardrobe, and learned the beauty that is outcome independence. But this report is more about dread, and dread comes in many forms.
One example: part of owning my shit included heading to a law office to have a Last Will and Testament drawn up. If you haven't done it yet, fucking do it - it should be part of fatherhood/marriage 101. While at the law firm, I picked up one of my attorney's business cards. Wife happened to find the business card in my suit pants, and guess what? Her hamster went apeshit for about a week until she hesitantly asked why I went to go see a lawyer. I could have been an asshole and played with her mind, but I owned up right away that I had gone to have a Will drawn up - to make sure she and the kids were taken care of if I got run over by a bus. I got laid that night.
On to the title. MRP advocates that every man should have interests outside the house. Most of the advice leans toward "cool" hobbies. I play golf every few weeks and am part of an over-40 pick up soccer league. Those are pretty cool hobbies, right? However, as a high school kid years ago I was a soccer jock who also hung out with the brainiacs on the weekends to play D&D.
A few months ago I went to our local game store and asked about joining a D&D league. Every Sunday afternoon since then I've been playing Dungeons & Dragons. Funny thing is, since Stranger Things came out on Netflix, people have been coming out of the woodwork wanting to learn how to play.
Surprisingly, some of those people happen to be hot chicks. I shit you not. We live in a pretty small town - a suitcase community for a large metro area. And I keep running into some of these hot chicks I know through D&D. I think my wife was picturing a bunch of pimply neckbeards sitting around a card table swilling Mello Yello. Imagine her fucking surprise when hot chick #1 with the long red hair and sleeve tattoo fist-bumped me at Wal*Mart and called me by my character's name.
Wife: "Who the fuck was that?!!!" Me: "One of the neckbeards from D&D."
Her eyebrows connected to her hairline and I actually saw her hamster shit a tiny little brick.
My point is, get out of the house. Don't go overboard, but get out there! Meet new people, open your horizons. Join a book club, take up underwater basket-weaving, whatever. Even the most unlikely hobby will have a hot chick peripherally attached to it.
Oh, and lift, bro.