Thump Er the Sweaty Fat Guy
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Comments by "Thump Er the Sweaty Fat Guy" (@SweatyFatGuy) on "What Boomers Don't Understand About Younger Guys Failing At Dating And Why It Will Get MUCH WORSE" video.
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@Dgreen4154 yeah? You think so do ya? Living in another country, learning their language and culture, travelling to nearby countries, and seeing the world while being paid to do so, isn't as good as flying somewhere, staying in a hotel for a day or two, and moving on to another hotel?
I suppose if you backpack across Europe and Asia that would be more immersive. I drove around Europe and rode the trains all over as well. Moscow and Belgrade to the east, Paris (not pleasant at all), London (nice 30 years ago) and Belfast to the west of Europe. Dubai, Cairo, Mombasa, and Kuwait City to the south, and all over Korea while I was there, even though I had almost no money in Korea.
Berlin was ok, was in Frankfurt when the wall came down in 1989. Got a nice big chunk of it on my shelf. I got to know Frankfurt exceptionally well, I walked and drove all over the area, what a wonderful place it was back then.
My deployments were to Kuwait and Iraq (maybe others, its hard to tell when you're flying around loading/offloading stuff) and yet I went to all those other places.
If you're a low ASVAB score 11b or something, or in the Navy and you get a day or two shore liberty every few months, then yeah, you don't see much. I was USAF and I could travel just about anywhere easily.
I could put myself on a cargo plane going somewhere as long as I had leave, my job was cargo so we could do that. Was going to make the South America embassy run in 2003 when I got back from Korea, but a little thing over in the desert started.
We get 30 days paid leave a year, and it accumulates if we don't use it. With all my time working, I could take months off at a time when I wanted to. I came home to the US twice on leave (when I was 21 and when I was 33), but most of it was used overseas. I flew to Dubai 3 times on leave, spent 6 weeks there in total.
So how do we not see the world?
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@nicelypenn its a bit of a long story, but I'll give the cliff notes version. Had a pentecostal supervisor who did not like the fact I was marrying an Arab, and changed my religion to do so. He made my life absolute hell, and he put off signing a piece of paper I needed to get my PCS orders amended so I could take leave overseas before I went back to CONUS. The day before my flight to Dubai, I finally got him to sign it by going to the 1st Sgt and telling him what was up. It seems my entire duty section was conspiring against me. (a common thing in my time in the USAF)
He then got one of his pentecostal friends to let me sit in his office until after my flight left waiting for him to sign a single piece of paper. Thus I missed my flight. We were supposed to marry the next evening. I got Royal Nepal Airlines to allow me to fly down the next morning, awesome airline I tell ya..
However her mother said we had to wait another two years to get married. She was already 28, and two years later I knew I would probably not be able to afford to fly clear over to Dubai from the US. Contrary to what people think, mom runs the show in regard to the family in the Arab world. If she says no, then it does not happen.
I still flew down there and tried to fix it, her dad tried to fix it, but her mom was stubborn. I knew if we didn't get it done then, I would probably never see her again.
I had to do a 7" thick stack of paperwork just to marry a foreign national, it was over a year process and it was only things I could do during the daytime. I was working 12 to 14 hour nights from 10 Aug 90 until sometime in February or March with no time off. It was March 28th the first time I saw the sun again, Germany is kinda far north.
Her mom ruined both our lives with her stubbornness. She was 32 by the time she married and her 2nd kid came along when she was 35 and he is all messed up with defects. He is a 6'2" toddler that cannot live on his own or even walk.
My life was not favorable either, two divorces, and both of them drained me financially while they were with me and after. Thats another story that is even longer.
She came to visit me last August, the first time we saw each other since 1991. She had changed, she treated me like her henpecked ex, talking down to me, disrespecting me, and nothing I did was appreciated. I drove 7 hours to pick her up, and 7 hours back, then two hours trying to find a motel since she was too good to sleep at my house. the next day was nothing but vile diatribes and irritating me.
Called her out on it, and she said "I did not realize you were so sensitive." Its not a being sensitive thing, its "I don't like being disrespected thing, especially in public." If I was that way with my friends, they would not want to be around me either.
We used to talk a few times a week online, video and audio chatting. I haven't even opened the message she sent the day I dropped her off at the airport.
I am done. She ruined the friendship we had with her actions, and honestly I don't need a 61 year old around that only wants to complain to me about this or that. Even if she had wanted to get spicy (don't know if she did or not) after the first morning with her after my 16 hours driving, there was no way I was going to do that with her.
So maybe I dodged a 105mm round, maybe it was just her messed up life with her ex, but the person she is now is nobody I want to be around. 34 years ago she was beautiful and kind. Now she is bitter at best. Her mother really messed up her life, and so did my supervisor.
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@krispypriest5116 I'm almost 55, a few weeks away. I have zero plans to be in a rest home, chances are I will not live that long anyway with my military time and all the things I have been exposed to. Been intentionally single for 11 years. Was seeing one for a while 2014-2018, but she knew there would be no commitment from me. Still good friends with her though, she earned it.
Had one a bit older than us hit on me yesterday, she made it plainly obvious what she wanted. Something about a 60yro with that 16 packs a day gravel voice and leathery skin, just doesn't do it for me, even if she is thin and seemed to have a nice shape to her. I was minding my business and she came up and started talking to me, they are getting some of that desperation going on...
Its really funny because I was wearing my work pants, tan carpenters with oil and grease stains from working on my cars. Driving my very rusty 24 year old winter beater with a heater 4x4. The cab is maroon and box is silver because the old box rusted away. You'd never look at me and think "now that guy is well off." I was doing laundry because I haven't gotten my off grid water system set up yet. Maybe June or July I will do it.
How sad does it have to be for them to want me, a dude who looks like he lives in a two story burrito bag? There is no way she knows anything about me, that I own a few dozen old muscle cars and trucks, own land, have no debt, and have been retired since I was 35... Sure its retired because of my 2004 deployment, but still.. its passive income and I can do whatever I want with my day.
Life is great without them in it.
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