saltytowers wrote:I was married for twenty years. The older we got the fatter and uglier she got. The fatter she got the more she had problems with us having sex. Or more to the point, the more I had trouble having sex with her. Her solutions were kind at first, see a doctor and find out why we I couldn't get it up anymore. Then we went to a shrink and he talked to me about my ****hood. Viagra worked until she pulled her shirt off, can we say limp? I was living in hell.
Then she in a last attempt resorted to comparing me to others, getting me porn and having me look to see how it was done, thinking maybe I would get hard at least long enough to penetrate. That was her big mistake. Now I knew...
After months of her getting angry with me and calling me Mr. Limpy I divorced her ass and found the world of hookers and porn. Now I am the happiest I have ever been. Two or three different women a week, porn when I can't wait. This is paradise.
I am sure some of you think this is a joke, but its the truth. Even funnier? she still doesn't know why I can't get it up with her.
Bitch...
That's funny.......she probably called you Mr. Limpy between spoonfuls of Häagen-Dazs