I hope it's okay that I bump this thread.
I've been a little down since my birthday back in mid October. A family friend recommended I try keeping a journal. So I did for the month of November. I noticed my main two hobbies/activities have become seeing body rub providers and going on WYP/SA dates. Both at the expense of seeing regular friends. And both can be expensive. I don't think either activity is toxic for me, but I think they have become so routine, that I don't really enjoy it as much as I use to.
Anyway, I'm strongly considering taking the Winter off from both and taking a 90 day sabbatical. Focus on the gym and maybe read some books again. Maybe even meet some women the old fashioned way. Any one ever try this?
I've been a little down since my birthday back in mid October. A family friend recommended I try keeping a journal. So I did for the month of November. I noticed my main two hobbies/activities have become seeing body rub providers and going on WYP/SA dates. Both at the expense of seeing regular friends. And both can be expensive. I don't think either activity is toxic for me, but I think they have become so routine, that I don't really enjoy it as much as I use to.
Anyway, I'm strongly considering taking the Winter off from both and taking a 90 day sabbatical. Focus on the gym and maybe read some books again. Maybe even meet some women the old fashioned way. Any one ever try this?
Actually many years ago, I was in my twenties and a pick up spot for SW's was Washington Square Park and I picked up a $20 girl and the session went south, meaning maybe I took too long and she told me off and didn't like how I held her head during a BJ and like that and it left me feeling like I had enough of this and I vowed to give it up completely (paid ladies) and find a loving wife.
So, I abstained for about 3 months and met a nice girl and married her. I remained clean for about the first 7 years of marriage, never touched another woman but had daydreams and night dreams and eventually succumbed. It got out of hand and then I cut way, way, way back again. (I guess I was making up for 7 years of monogomy)
Now, wife is supreme, in that she turned a blind eye to my transgressions and just understood my desires in that direction. Never beat me up much about it because she knew that her and family came first.
I was never proud of my wayward ways and she knew I was always trying to clean it up. So, she was wonderful and patient and just came from a culture growing up, knowing that every man has this tendency, this dragon, this demon that he has to deal with. And if he puts family first and slips a little, he is still a decent human being.
I am very grateful to her. If she thwarted my opportunity, who knows? Maybe if I never went wayward, I would have either become a saint or a maniac.
Now, I realize that more is not better but worse. A waste of time, semen, energy, peace of mind. So, I limit it to an as-needed basis.
I actually feel great if I can control myself and abstain for long periods of time.