Random Talk

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Not yet fumbled. Had a chat with my parents because I realized that where I'm heading kids are less likely and that was a mental block with such women before. They knew something was up but did not expect I had been actively dating over the past year. They also realized that there was a caveat to my latest catch. My mom tried to fish: "Is she Dutch or?". Nope 39. Getting her number was partially a cop out to give myself some time to think this over instead of just straight up inviting her for a follow up date.

Anyway they were happy for me as parents always are but the news wasn't as joyful as it could've been. 

At the dating event I had met myself enacting plan A. The guy even looked like me. He found a younger curvy girl with some medical issues that he thought were no biggie. He became a dad in his late 30's / early 40s. She died and he was left to raise 2 kids alone who both derailed. Asked me how old I thought he was, I guessed 52. He didn't look like 62. How. 

I also met Plan B. The fuckboi in his 50's. He still had "it" body and looks wise but all he could do was sit on a chair and flirt and dress charasmatic. You could tell the guy was burned up from partying otherwise. He used to own a marketing agency. In his late 30's started working out as the money rolled in. Girls got more interested, it took some practice but he was picking them up one after the other. Until life caught up with him and he found himself alone with no support. 

Both were living a nightmare. This shit was like Chrono Trigger. 

The only version of me I didn't meet was the one that offered the 39 y/o the last chopper out of Saigon and flowers. 
Either he was still happy traveling the world somewhere or dead by now but at least he's at peace and not suffering.

Gave her two options. I'll head over to her so the dog can sniff me or we go to the beachclub where the dog can wait outside. Tommorow or friday.
Now we wait until tommorow morning.

What none of these women know is that when we succeed we'll be filthy rich. I'm writing a book about all this. The most current events millenial book possible.

And after that I'll spring my trap. We'll write her story and know exactly what the average body count is of these traveling corpo millenial sluts before they finally "settle".
And that outrage is my springboard and ticket into politics. 
 

what was the prompt for this