So I'm no quite as old as OP, but I'm about to be 50 in the Spring. No one ever believes me. Gal I saw Friday night said she thought I typoed in my initial text that I'm 49, when I sent my selfie she thought I was her age (young 30s). I'm in awesome shape, have great full head of hair, have money, dress like an adult, always well-groomed, am polite and always the leader in every setting and center of every conversation. But I don't even bother to try to get 20 year old civvies. Why? Am sure I have a chance, they chat me up all the time. But WTF do I want in a 20 year old? My kids are all older than that, and I wouldn't do anything social with any of their friends, except fuck them. They are all narcissists, short-sighted, and full of this JOY I hear so much about in the political campaigns. But for me, these kind of people are insufferable. I don't want to hear about some fucking series on television for three hours. I don't want to see how many 2$ pitchers I can chug. I don't want to hear "dancing queen" on the jukebox for the nine billionth time. And I sure as fuck don't want to try to talk to her while she's playing on twitter and the phone is dinging and buzzing and playing snippets of songs I don't want to hear.
And in the same vein, they don't want an old guy. For gals in their 20s, I'm their dad. They may have a great time with me, they may want to suck my dick, but they wouldn't last ten seconds in any of the circles I run in. We don't talk about that TikTok video that went viral, we talk about how the interest rate changes fucked our second quarter, and the port strike will fuck our third quarter, and those fucking Eagles just can't get out of their own way, and hey did you see Megadeth is coming around in November, and my wife just said we're going to a lamp store this week end. It makes PERFECT sense in this ecosystem to fuck providers. If I want to have some relationship with a 20 year old, it's always going to boil down to giving her money for shit, and fucking her butt and creampie-ing her. I can short circuit the whole routine and save a month by checking out Tryst and then going back to my life which I enjoy immensely, without getting up in some 20 year old's mental illness.
And a bartender on top of all of that? What does a successful 50 or 60 year old want with a bartender? Again, cute chicks are a dime a dozen, if you have to pay, you're doing your soul a favor. As someone once said, you're not paying them to come over, you're paying them to leave. Every date I ever go on, because I'm stupid sometimes and go against my own advice, with a 20 year old, ends the same way, either I'm completely annoyed by their vapidity, or they touch their phone. Either way, doesn't go very far.