Middle aged chat
His material was uncompromisingly to his own taste, filled with wild tirades about apparent trivialities.
In one routine, he went on at length about the use of the familiar “you” in foreign languages (“Caesar used the form with Brutus even after Brutus stabbed him, which I think is going too far”).
Either you pony up with the cash, or settle for some schlub with a daddy complex.
Otherwise, date someone your own age (I know, God forbid).[quote]I am most definitely not looking to be a sugar daddy or any kind of daddy for that matter.[quote]...preferably one that isn't promoting a fetish, like silver daddy or bears, etc.?
At the end of the nineteen-eighties, Larry David was a standup comic in trouble.
He was middle-aged, single, living in a building with subsidized housing for artists on the West Side of Manhattan, and just scraping by.
He imagined himself as a professional masturbator so talented that people stopped him on the street to ask for advice (“You must practice! He wondered how answering machines might have changed the Old West.
(For one thing, you could get out of joining a dangerous posse by screening your calls.)David’s onstage manner was almost willfully uningratiating.
He had written for and acted on a short-lived ABC variety show called “Fridays.” He had been on the writing staff of “Saturday Night Live” in the 1984-85 season, though only one of his sketches aired. He had written a screenplay—a dark comedy, never produced—called, appropriately, “Prognosis Negative.”David had a reputation as a comic’s comic—“which means I sucked,” he likes to say.But Richard's mid-life crisis is entirely his choice, and has turned me into a weekend widow rapidly turning grey as I watch money drain from our joint account more quickly than a Mark Cavendish sprint.This means boring dinner parties into silence with endless chat about bikes, spending long hours of family time out 'training', embarrassing your children walking around the house in bib shorts (think a mankini with padding around the nether regions) and paying eye-watering sums for obscure items of kit. New wheels (the old ones were slowing him down, apparently), a pair of cycling shoes, then another pair, then a 'quicker' helmet, then a personal trainer to help him shed the pounds and improve his 'power to weight ratio'.OP, why not try your luck on a "normal" dating site and include your preference in your profile?No, R16, but I think some examination about 'not into guys my own age' is warranted.