(April 26, 2016 at 11:25 pm)Whateverist the White Wrote:

(April 26, 2016 at 8:28 pm)The Valkyrie Wrote: I have a muscle car, a Harley, and I like to skydive.

Mid life crisis at 31?

 My age is 2N+1 yours.  Deal breaker .. or just extra naughty?

Head for Melbourne and I'll let you have a ride in my Mustang.

That's not a euphemism.

Going to be 33 in June. *panic*

(April 26, 2016 at 7:39 pm)ignoramus Wrote: Rob jokingly mentioned "a midlife crisis thing".
Many/most people go through it. Sometimes beneficial, other times it can impact negatively on friends and family.

We work hard, stuck in the 40/40/40 scam and at a certain stage in life we decide we need a change.
Whether this is inspired by despair, boredom or just a physiological change, it seems to hit us at about 40-50 years of age. Sadly, several of my mates decided that they needed some fresh excitement missing in their lives in the arms of other women. This had led to broken families and friendships.

At 40, I bought a muscle car when I probably shouldn't have, with a mortgage and all, but the wife accepted this compromise (considering what several of our friends went through). I do consider myself lucky to have an understanding wife. She went through a change of life at 50 and decided on a big rock on her finger can bring her out of her depression! The lying Bitch! Lol! Anyway, the end justifies the means and all is well.

What weird/wonderful things have you done to alleviate that insatiable 40 year itch?
Changed gender? Tried skydiving? Swam with sharks? Or just drink a lot?

Started school last year right after I turned 44 years old. I'll graduate in roughly 8 months and I'll be 45 starting a new career.

Currently, I'm the oldest student in my school. I'm older than the night time pre-salon instructor and only 8 years younger than my salon floor instructor/assistant administrator. We get along quite well and I found out we live in the same small town. Once I graduate, there will be no more rule against communicating with the students/teacher outside of school, so we have plans to hang out then.

(April 26, 2016 at 11:34 pm)The Valkyrie Wrote:

(April 26, 2016 at 11:25 pm)Whateverist the White Wrote:  My age is 2N+1 yours.  Deal breaker .. or just extra naughty?

Head for Melbourne and I'll let you have a ride in my Mustang.

That's not a euphemism.

Whatev. Go see Vorls. He'll let you in via the backdoor. That is a euphemism.

At forty, I took up bicycling, getting up to around 100 miles a week.

I don't think I'd recognize a midlife crisis due to the fact that I always feel restless to some degree.

Why do I see a pattern with midlife crisii?

Single people don't seem to experience this phenomenon.
Is it because they do what they want, when they want, all the time?

Lucky basterds!

I don't worry about aging. I'm missing that filter (and others). I think every decade has its glory. In my twenties, I was cute. I recently entered the 30s and I'm strong. I'm loving my new decade. Fuck cute. I'll take strong, free, and determined any day. I look forward to seeing what 40s bring later on. I already have  fun plans for my 60s. I'm thinking of getting a grape tattoo somewhere prone to wrinkles, and watch it turn into a raisin. Life is beautiful.

I seem to be having more frequent and more elaborate fantasies than usual about other women. Lots of women. Some women linger for a while, and pop in and out; some hound my thoughts and are hard to put aside. It can be debilitating.

It's like my mind is suddenly worried about what I might be "missing out on" with other girls. It's not so much even about the sexual side, although obviously that's a component; it's mainly about what it would feel like to have them hold me close.

Can't blame it I suppose, since historically I'm supposed to be dead soon at nearly 40! I'd never act on any of these fantasies, they just feel more real and emotional, and harder to brush aside as silly and fancifal. I've always formed crushes really easily, like ridiculously easily. On multiple girls at once. I don't know what that says about me.

They make me feel like an utter cunt, because I'm very happily married and I know most people would kill to have the wonderful wife I have. But these things are beyond my control. I just have to learn to accept they are fantasies and move on. Trying to squash them, to try "not to think about them" just makes it worse.

I've been open about all this with Emma, and she's extremely understanding. She knows I'm not going anywhere, and that I'm never going to cheat on her. I even had a fleeting thought yesterday about an "open relationship", which is something I've never wanted at all before. I quickly realised this would not be what either of us would want. Especially as it would have to just apply to me

I see how easily people do end up having affairs. It's nothing to do with being unhappy with my wife, I'm not. It's about "want, want, want". Wanting everything that I can't have. So if I was someone with less self control, I can totally see how it could happen. I don't excuse it for a second though, I consider cheating on someone to be one of the worst things you can ever do to them.

I realised this has a lot to do with a fundamental desire for girls, in general, to think I'm wonderful and shower me with affection. This weird little mid life crisis (if that's what it is) has meant I can't deny this primal fact about myself. I used to just pretend it wasn't true, because it's extremely embarrassing and it doesn't line up at all with how I consciously think and want to be. I don't do things because I want people to think I'm great, I do them because I consider them the right thing to do. I'm not friends with girls because I'm trying to impress or persue them. I just want to make nice friends. But there's a childish, cave-man side of me that wants to impress all the girls. So I think I'm coming to accept these contradictions within myself. It may be irrational, stupid, pathetic and debilitating, but it is part of who I am. I have to learn to live with it rather than fight it.

It's happening to me, I became a member of an online club where you can argue with total strangers about things that don't exist.

At least it's cheaper than buying a car.