starraven, perhaps this thread I started will explain my previous statement a little more clearly.

https://mingle2.com/topic/644955

I'm not.
What does being financially secure have to do with being somebody's sugar baby?
I'm not rich so being adopted by a sugar mamma would likely be at least a small step up in lifestyle if for no other reason than my own money would go further and I could do more stuff.

It isn't really the money aspect of being a sugar baby so much as it would give my life a meaningful mission, to care for someone who needs that sort of specialized attention focused solely on her.
That very much appeals to the altruistic side of my personality.

Sheesh, if this is how it's gunna be I need to adjust my search parameters to women 85-105.
Not so shockingly I will probably end up with few or no matches.
Well, 6 ain't bad I guess, now, if only I can hook up with all 6 I'll be in pig-slop heaven.

Surprised the hell out of me Carlos, that within that sarcastic as hell exterior there resides a damn poet.
I almost fell in love with you until I came out of my shock & stupor and realized you come equipped improperly (for me).

My youngest son is currently in a relationship with an East Indian woman who lives 150 miles away.
They commute and trade locations on alternate weekends.
So yes, he's as normative a white boy as it gets and she, while having lived in America most of her life, is 100% Asian Indian.

They cook together all the time because he used to work the kitchen at a dinner club for a few years & she likes introducing him to authentic Indian cuisine.
She is some kind of Councillor for her job in the Big Town and he's back in a paralegal degree program here in Madison.
Both are in their 40s.

So you hang in there, there's hope yet.

Yeah, but now-a-daze you'll get castrated by somebody for using that term as surely as if you said the "r"-word (analogous definition for slowing down a car's ignition.)

Perhaps I am an anomaly, as a male.
From my 1st sexual experience on I always felt strangely hollow, empty, and even guilty after casual sex - even if the girl/woman was BEGGING for it (yes, that's happened more than a few times to me).
When I met my Catholic wife-to-be, sex was a long time a-comin' (won't detail why but it wasn't for lack of desire) - more than 2 years in fact, even though we were both so deeply in love it felt like we were 1 indivisible person.
When we FINALLY did the dirty deed, for the 1st time in my life after sex, I did NOT feel any of those negative things that came from casual sex.
Sex became my deepest expression of just how much I loved her.

For the last ten years of our marriage my wife was no longer up to the task.
Between the lengthy illnesses from various norovirus, flu, and assorted things transplant recipients are much more susceptible to, anti-rejection meds, blood pressure meds, pain killers narcotics, the osteoarthritis agony - she just wasn't up to it, even when I offered to do all of the work or not even have penetrative, just oral sex for her pleasure alone.
(I actually get a hella kick out of pleasuring a woman orally.)
So, essentially I'm a more than a decade (13 years) celibate virgin these days.
Which, with my own heart/BP meds is tolerable, if not a preferred state of being.

But this much I know; sex will NEVER, for me, be inseparable from love ever again.
So, the question really is rhetorical, there is no either/or - at least in my case.

bobtail, why is it I find myself disagreeing with you so often.
Raised by different grandmothers I suppose.
The first part of your post didn't necessarily provide anything truly objectionable, but that last paragraph REALLY set my hackles in full stand-up mode.

When my wife took ill this last time she didn't make it, but if the doctors had miraculously been able to save her life it would have meant she would have lived every day having to change colostomy bags, and diapers, and lawdy knows what other physical infirmities I would have had to endure with her.

But you know what else?

I DON'T CARE !!!

I married her because of a deep and abiding love burrowed into my bones.
I promised to love and cherish her until death do us part in the marriage ceremony and in the promise I made to her father when I asked for his permission to ask for her hand in marriage.
And I meant every damn word of it.

I stayed with her when she lost her kidneys and the year of 3x/week dialysis.
I stayed with her through the devastatingly expensive cost of a transplant ($1.1 Million nearly broke the bank & wiped out any hope of a more comfortable retirement).

I stayed with her through 17 YEARS of all the medical complications & doctors' visits of living with a transplant.
And as sure as peanut butter sticks to your tongue I would have stuck with her through colostomy bags, diaper changes, and whatever else came with the good fortune of spending even 1 more day with her, albeit hopefully 20 years or more.

BECAUSE I LOVED HER, and nothing, nothing at all, could ever destroy that.
At least not in my heart, and those problems would have only shown her that I loved her even more than she ever realized - though lawdy I told her often enough.

Still makes you more man than most of the hapless wankers around.

I'm laughing at SCOTTY's reply because I picture him out standing in the rain for 6 years with his "old fella" hanging out.

Sheesh Nightime, a couple of your photos are kinda creepy, in an AI-generated sorta way.
Are they paintings?

I just came across some Asian fella's thread in here asking for a sugarmomma.
That got me thinking, but I really didn't want to make an entirely new profile to do it, so I'm settling on a new thread and relying on that vast network every woman seems to be a member of, to spread the word.
I suspect it won't even take 24 hours, their network seems to operate at light speed.

I am declaring myself open to being a "kept man".
I will willingly devote all of my resources and attention exclusively to any woman who decides she wants to "keep" me in a style which I would love to become accustomed to.

I will swear eternal devotion, through sickness & health, through riches (but not poorness because then I'd no longer be "kept") until death does one of us part.

Silly me, just about the time I luck into such an arrangement she'd go broke and I'd end up being the one doing the "keeping" because I would have fallen hopelessly in love with her.
Oh well, either way I win.

PS: admins, this is NOT a personal ad, just a status update (and sorta joke, so don't go all nuclear on me again).

Who isn't?
Any woman wealthy enough to be my sugar mamma would get the most devoted, attentive, and passionate lover on the planet - and I even cook, wash dishes, do laundry, and vacuum floors...not to mention I can fix or repair (or buy new to replace, with her money of course) ANYTHING!

Hmmmmmmm, maybe you've hit on something.
I should make a new profile seeking a sugar mamma.

Why is it the ones who are open to a relationship in these kinds of threads all end up deactivated?
There's a lesson in there somewhere.

I happen to have a predilection for that type too, especially Eastern European (former Soviet block) & Mediterranean-roots women.
I get we all have a favorite physio-type but there are some drop-dead gorgeous women from other parts of the world too.
Expand your horizons a bit, who knows, maybe you'll meet a stunning Latin-roots woman or Asian with mixed ancestry that'll simply leave both your jaw and your knickers lying on the floor.

My oldest son dated a Filipino woman for 8 years, they don't come any better as a romantic partner who will cater to a man's needs in overdrive, in every way (great cook, she was, & loved making meals).
It was unfortunate when her oldest son moved back to the States, moved in with them, and then went full-time trying to destroy their relationship.
My son withstood it for 8 months but eventually resigned & moved out rather than force her to choose between her flesh & blood or her long-time boyfriend.
Too bad, my wife and I loved her & had hoped to see them eventually get married.

Way to shatter someone's dream motown.
This place is hard enough without that too.

Don't be knocking Taco Bell, It's my favorite quickie take out.

Love is Green Bay's QB.
I once tried to put love into words.
This was the result - and I should hope EVERYONE ends up as lucky as I once was.

https://mingle2.com/topic/644716

My farmer cousins tricked me into whizzing on the electric fence when I was about 8.
Then they convinced me to cuddle the cats which gave me ringworm all over my head.
Upon reflection my cousins were not kind to a boy who was conscripted labor for them during the summers I was shipped there.

Not to be disagreeable bobtail, but in this instance you've just run into someone who's said those very words to a younger "girl" - many times in truth.
As a bartender for a decade in my younger days young'uns would literally throw themselves (as in open a "wrap" dress and unabashedly display everything that they thought they had to offer) at the guy who served them drinks all night & by transference made them "happy" that night.

Sad to see really, because with a few more years of experience on 'em they'll finally come to understand what a man like me, even in my 20s, REALLY wants in any real relationship.
I wasn't responsible for their "happiness", overindulgence in alcohol was, which is an issue with me from the git.

Maybe I'm an outlier (I am a "high potential" person who might encroach on the autistic curve on a far end as a result of being born "high potential") but over the years, after dissociating with guys who stayed stuck in the high school mentality, I've met more that a few adult men who choose and appreciate maturity in a woman.
Looks fade, brains - for the most part - do not.
You aren't in love with a skin suit, f/f/s, you fall in love with the person who lives inside it.

Even as a teenager I always found myself attracted to women somewhat older than me and eventually married a younger one only 2 years older than me.
In no way did it hurt that she was totally out of my league in every way, but it wasn't for her incredible beauty that I instantly fell in love with her.
To this day, more than a half century later, I still do not know why she decided to make me a lottery winner and the luckiest man on earth.

Aren't you just the wee package of dynamite starraven.
Thanks for the compliment, I've heard worse about my attempt to explain myself to women here.

I completely empathize, about running your own business - I only took a vacation twice in the first 17 years of my general contracting business and worked better than 12-14 hours a day/7 days a week at it.
BUT..I always made time for teacher/parent meetings, kids' sports games, doctor visits - things that truly mattered to my 2 boys' upbringing & didn't just dump the load on my spouse like some typical "trad-wife" husband might.
In fact, that's probably what killed me because otherwise I was in prime physical condition, exercised through physical labor at work, ate properly, and didn't over-abuse drugs or alcohol.
(Tetch of the herb now & again.)

Smoking & too much snausage & cheese are probably the most likely culprits behind my heart attack, but this is Wisconsin so what's a fella to do?

Been all the way across B.C. on a trip through Banff and wow, are you ever lucky to live in nature's paradise.
I have a funny joke involving the acronym B.C. - probably one of the funniest I've ever read, but it would be off-topic here.