Now that I’ve had some sleep, painkillers, and caffeine, Let me take the different tack.

I know a dude who just turned 50. Got divorced young, and has been single since.

Got a fat income. Cars paid off, house paid off, hunting leases paid off. Has time on his hands to do whatever he wants, which is to bounce between hunting/fishing/guy stuff and charity work (which is how I met him).

He’s not bad looking. Sort of a teddy bear thing, he has. And never, ever has problems with women.

Because those divorced women are ubiquitous here. He always has a different one. I’d ask “Hey, what happened with that friend of my wife’s friend (Forget her name)”. “She’s still around. Oooh man, she’s a freak”. I envy him, now that I’m older and my kids are grown.

He’s the example I use for my son, who’s messed up with a wall smash woman. I told him she was heading towards the wall at warp speed with a fat grenade in her hands. and I think she’s pulled the pin. (They came over last week, and hoofahh, that grenade detonated).

The lesson is there will always be women of some sort around. Take your time finding the right one. And if the right one never crosses your path, there will be many, many others.

My buddy will keep this up until he’s old, then find one acceptable to keep him company in his old age.

“I have no wife to blame me, I’ve no chains upon my hands. I take my ease at what I please, cause I’m a ramblin’ man” –‘ramblin man’, irish rovers

I hear you.
Those “obvious issues” are well know, and I address them (as best as I can).

One should always be protected, in order not get a 9-month delayed package (baby).

First one that comes to mind is they very well could be doing the same thing to you, which could lead to drama

Truth.

Just like those guys that run and jump (I don’t know if they have a name) from building to building

Parkour – street-runners. aka bloody yobbos and lunatics.

First one that comes to mind is they very well could be doing the same thing to you, which could lead to drama – She gets knocked up again, is the kid yours? You won’t know until 9 months of bullshit later.

Just like those guys that run and jump (I don’t know if they have a name) from building to building, up buildings and over ledges. Nothing inherently wrong as long as you do it right. But there are inherent dangers.

It’s all fun and games, until it isn’t.

I was thinking if I did not care about who had my kids or what wife I would married I could produce many children tomorrow. The problem is the partner would be low quality and so would be bad at being both a mother and a wife (unless I score the 0.1% chance of picking right). Quality takes time to find and often get taken quickly. The last thing I want more than anything is to pick a bad mother. The thought that my offspring would be brought up by a women I don’t respect gives me as much of a nightmare worst than not having children.

I turn to God and want a women who follow Jesus more than looks.