Sad sack story incoming, but since I have no expectations of getting a serious reply, why the fuck not post. So I’m 50. Middle aged, run down, worn out. Had open heart surgery last year, barely keeping crippling arthritis at bay, and it’s looking like I have a good chance of going blind in the next 10 years. So I have that going for me. I haven’t had any intimacy in longer than I can remember. I have forgotten what it feels like to be wanted. And that kind of sucks. I’m a decent guy. Laid back, funny, not terrible looking. And kind. But I’m already past my prime, and the future is looking grim. I feel like I’m running out of time, with no prospects. So I’m in Salem for work, managed to talk the boss into letting me get a hotel for the night. The rational was to spare me an early morning drive across the state. Truth be told, I needed a quiet space to contemplate if I want to keep running this race. Not to say I’m ready to pull the plug today, but I would be lying if I said I wasn’t debating the merits of considering it. So why post here? I guess I’m screaming into the void for some creature comfort. Hoping against hope for lottery luck that there’s one kind soul out there willing to share an evening of talking and intimacy, to let me feel what I’ve been missing and probably won’t feel again. It might be too much to ask, but at least it’s off my chest. Thanks for reading, and happy hunting to all you horny bastards out there.
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