OK, I first came to Costa Rica when I was 50 around 2005, got addicted and never looked back. No matter what happens in the rest of my life, however short or long it may be, I'm 63 next month, I will remain boldly and unashamedly, a monger.
It didn't start out this way...I was married at age 30 to a crazy wild hot Cubanita, we were mad in love and lust, and growing old together, raising K*ds and becoming grandparents was in our dreams but it was not to pass. Divorced many years later I went through a number of girlfriends, some I'm sorry I let get away, some I thank G*d got away, a few lived with me, one was engaged to me and more than one now hate me...
In any event, as my final decade or so fast approaches, I have made a decision to retire back in Costa Rica and live out my end of days enjoying the pursuit of mongerhood. I have this problem...or is it issue...whatever it is, I can't look at a woman over 50, sometimes even late 40's and get turned on. I can look at some really beautiful ones like Salma Hayek and say well there's exceptions everywhere but I'm talking the vast majority of women.
A friend of mine in my age group once tried to set me up with a lady my age. She was a model in her youth and a classy beautiful elegant lady with big (fake but big) boobs, big booty, hot legs and skinny waist, very curvy and sexy for her age, top choice for our age group, all the guys talked about how hot she was. She had seen pics of me, my fb page and general hanging around our circle of friends and she arranged for my friend to have us meet, I was reluctant but horny, been a while since my last CR visit, I didn't have any local stripper to sugar daddy at the time, a habit of mine while in the USA, and what the hey, she was asking for it...
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Several of us got together at a quiet casual local nightclub for the plus 50 crowd and she and I started talking. She was still very pretty, fun, intelligent and exciting. Then I noticed her eagle talon feet in her sandals, her knarled wrinkled grandma hands and her swaggering turkey neck, left untouched by her last plastic surgery.
I choked, I excused myself to go to the bathroom and when I returned, I announced to everyone I had gotten an emergency call from my older sister who is having chest pains and I was out of there. My older sister lives 100 miles away and has a heart like a racehorse...I was out of there faster than John Wilkes Booth from the Ford Theater the night Lincoln was shot...
As I make my plans to retire back in Costa Rica this year, there is this woman in my life. She is an elegant sexy classy exotic tall Russian girl, 45, beautiful, fun, intelligent and sweet. We have been good friends for over a year and I have acted like a boyfriend in many ways helping her, taking care of things for her, just spending time together. We really like each other and get along great, she's 18 years younger than me. Recently she hinted strongly she would like our relationship to step up to the next level.
Of course if my I.Q. had an additional 10 or 15 points placing me close to 95 or 100, I would do backflips and rejoice. Nope. I explained to her I'm retiring in CR this year and we'll always be friends and I'll always care about her, blah blah blah. Frank Zappa once did a song called "Dancing fool" I think of it when I realize that I am...helplessly....a mongering fool
Who's with me