Whether sex is worth pursuing kind of depends on the equation, which with a gynocentric society and feminism is kind of a rigged game.

The equation has altered a little for me, post-wife and post-vasectomy: I have a gf who pays her own way when we occasionally eat out or go to movies. She helps me do stuff around my house like weeding (a thankless task). She has her own house and her own job. Raises 2 boys and even owns a Glock.

She’s not high on the slut-scale, average looks, fairly intelligent and well-read for a female. She’s real thin, a size 5. We’d have good discussions on various stuff even if she was a guy, and since she’s not a guy, I get sex, too. Her husband left her for another woman (apparently just one woman), as my ex left for another guy (the 4th guy she had fling with).

The best part is she is clean, knows I think marriage is officially a dumb idea, and isn’t keen herself on remarrying. With my vasectomy there is not the pregnancy possibility. So there is sex but no cohabitation or marriage or shared finances, except to the extent that she still pays her way on dates.

I don’t have the illusion of NAWALT, since I know even a woman who appears NAWALT can turn AWALT in a heartbeat. So the price of sex for me is fairly low, as is the risk, and I watch my six.

For someone decades younger than me, no vasectomy, dealing with millennial women; I shudder.