Here’s a shituation – and you can feel free to call this “being judge-y”. I don’t care, I’m making a point. Personally, I prefer to call this an observation. Since it’s also an accurate observation, people will see it for the indictment that it is.
I was scrolling through the notties on the asocial media this morning whilst being lazy in bed and came across this gem. A real stand out in a bumper crop of guys exemplifying how gays have gone from fabulous to frivolous in just a couple of generations.
But on Grindr, all you really need to have in order to set yourself apart from that group is a face pic.
Or a shirt.
Either way – pretty low bar.
Here’s the profile:
This guy needed to be slapped or shaken as a child. Maybe if he’d had a mildly traumatizing childhood, he wouldn’t have grown up to fetishize those things – assuming that when he says “wild” in his profile, he’s talking about kink. And his Instagram confirms he lives in Portland, so I’m assuming kink is a given.
Actually, there’s just a lot of people here who came to Portland, didn’t get it, can’t afford to leave on a PT barista income and are using kink to just feel something besides their oppressive existential gloom.
But I’m getting ahead of myself.
Don’t worry, I’m not going all the way back to the beginning beginning – reading regulars will already know my take on open marriages.
Synopsis: you’re with the wrong person.
Everthemess, here’s this guy imploring potential suitors – if you can call them that, since the best case with this guy is
missing out completely an orgasm – that they be exciting.
I’m unreasonably excited that he at least said “please”. Albeit in a totally lazy manner. Thankfully, he didn’t bore me with a pithy “Plz”…there is a difference.
No, the beginning I’m going back to is actually only as far away as that headline.
More specifically, the follow up.
Pls be exciting
If you follow that up with “Happily married”, I’m left with little choice but to call BS.
I fixed it.
Pls be exciting + happily married = you don’t understand the core concept.
I’m not even going to parse out how the words “fit” and “tummies” don’t actually belong in the same sentence. Well, ok…but I’m only sparing him one thought there:
This guy put the “moron” in oxymoron.
I’ve stopped trying to understand the avalanche of people in open relationships. It’s beyond my capabilities to help.
However, what I’m left with is the shock and amusement that these people think they can do better. I mean, seriously…you
trapped tricked one person into a relationship, that already seems like a lot for you. Now you think you deserve random hookups, too?
I’m just gonna say it, those random hookup? Well, that’s the best you deserved. But this is America, by all means expect more, you Montessori level Stupid American.
There’s an old saying, “Boring people get bored”. Sweetie, if you need exciting people around to be excited, well…
At the same time, since I’ve visited the Instagram you linked in your profile, let’s talk about that. You took a trip to Thailand in December with your husband. That certainly seems like what some people would consider a “trip of a lifetime” – not to mention exciting.
Yet, here you are, hand out for more.
I hope you don’t mind my saying you are a bit more physically attractive than your spouse.
Couple years younger, too?
I’ll go out on a limb and assume he paid for the trip.
As well as your gym membership to some douche-level gym. You’re not coming across as someone who’d be satisfied with a pedestrian level gym like 24 Hour or LA Fitness.
So boring, those gyms.
As I’m assuming your spouse must be. If you’re looking for exciting – I’m assuming it’s not as an escape to all the excitement of your home life.
But, well…I guess my earlier synopsis covered that. Leaving us to riddle out how you failed to grasp the core concept behind the phrase “happily married”.
Are you defining happiness as having some rube provide you with the foundational levels of Maslow’s pyramid?
My guess is that’s the elephant in the bedroom. That awkward time of the week (for his sake, I hope getting a little unenthusiastic weekly sex from his future ex is the return on his investment in you) where you’ve gotta “pay rent” to the guy who probably does love you and demonstrates it by making sure your physiological and safety layers are solid.
Leaving you to shuffle uncomfortably from one foot to the other when confronted with level three. Hoping your asocial media trolling drops someone
hot enough exciting in your lap.
If it happens, I’m sure the three of you (you, your exciting person and your community property divorce settlement) will all be very happy together…until you realize that your top tiers of esteem and self-actualization were just bastardizations of pride and unnecessary levels of physical fitness built of someone else’s projection of love and belonging on to you.
Then you’ve got to hope your landing from the fall from that top tier isn’t too devastating for you to start over at the third level again.
Hopefully, that’s an exciting challenge for you, Sugar.
It’s certainly not exciting at all to observe. It’s depressing as all get out, to be completely honest.
I’ve lived both sides of the scenario this guy is embracing – well, not the delusional crappily married part, so I guess I started out a little better prepared than him – and you know what? I’ll take my occasional ennui over his absent excitement any day.
Either you know why, or you don’t. There’s really no explaining it to people who don’t get it – kind of like trying to reason with Trump supporters at this point. If they still support him, it’s absent of reason.
But I still get out of bed each day hoping there are enough people who understand that not getting it isn’t the first step in the journey; knowing that you probably don’t even know you aren’t getting it is step one.
Those people are exciting!