I went to the doctor last week for a checkup. I’m 5’11.5” barefoot like I’ve been since I was about 16. Not tall, but tall enough for *most* women. The hairdresser is probably 5’8” but when she wears these boots she’s only a couple inches shorter than I am.

I’m not ripped by any means but I’m tan, athletic, charming, well-dressed, and traditionally handsome. I have my hair and it’s not gray yet, although my beard is getting some sparkle on the chin. My teeth are straight and white and I’m in much better shape than I was the time you and I met 7-8 years ago.
People I meet here always think I’m somewhere between 28-32 years old and are shocked at my actual age. Some of it is good genes and some of it is taking care of myself.
But most importantly, have you seen the competition?


People think young women want sensitive men that want to talk about their feelings and bullshit, but what most of them REALLY want is a confident man who takes charge in the bedroom. Those other guys end up in the perpetual friend zone.