I was a depressed basement dweller for a while after getting a divorced, then I realized sex is really easy to get, is fun, and it is a huge ego boost. It lost its luster a long time ago, and the emptiness of it all makes it pretty depressing. I still feel pretty much like I did in my depressed basement dwelling days, and would be just as productive wasting my time playing video games and jackin' it, none of them actually care about me, just the way I make them feel and that buzz is temporary, they usually disappear once I start showing a modicum of genuine interest. It's all artificial and hollow. Also, it seems at my age all the really decent women are taken and in serious relationships. Whenever one that could be described as a "keeper" comes my way, it is because they dumped or got dumped by their longish term significant others and are rebounding, which never goes anywhere, or they are celebrating having their freedom again, which means I'm just a rain drop in a very big and disgusting river they won't even remember a few months down the road.

Sometimes I feel like I am destined to keep doing this until my hair falls out and I grow increasingly pudgy and women lose their interest, then end up spending the rest of my life alone.