Some thoughts while I was scrolling through and deleting photos with my NVX. Wondering wtf did I see in him.

I used to fool myself that I was sexually attracted to him, but I was dishonest. I lied to myself, because the truth was, my pick-me self was starved for validation, attention, and a relationship. I thought he had the “sEcUriTy” I was looking for, I could skip past the looks, but he was a 50/50 kinda guy who ate more of our dinners than 50/50. A scrote. Not good looking.

He was a balding NVM, a 4/10 at best, with a bad haircut, eye-bags under his eyes, no good arm muscles, droopy chest, and a terrible fashion sense, old wardrobe and even proud of the fact that he is “nOt MatEriALisTIc”. He used to scoff at men who were super muscular. Lol, scoff at it - can you believe it? Jealous is what he was.

He was a runner, slim, but his body wasn’t the kind of a body I wanted to fuck all day. If you know what I mean.

And, before NVX I have fucked some damn good bodies, six-packs, huge muscles, big dicks, chiseled chins, soft skin, strong hands, good smell… Oohmmmgawd I’m salivating thinking about this one guy… That’s what I want now…

I let my standards stoop too damn low. For a bloody balding middle aged man with a small belly who dared to tell me I “gained a little” over the lockdown.

Seriously, ladies, post-FDS, my standard is damn good looking men only! If men want me looking hot, fresh, tight ass, perky tits and fit, they better be providing me a damn good body/dick to look at. I want to procreate only with good genes. That’s why post breakup I’m in the gym 5 times a week, working on my new bod.

Why aren’t we allowed to judge men by their covers as they surely are doing that to us? If they don’t look good, if they don’t remain looking as good as they can, I simply won’t stay wet for a lifetime.