So I wish I would have taken the author of “Convince her to get bigger breasts” more seriously. He said that if you try everything in the book to get her to get them and get them big, and yet she won’t get them, abandon ship before $hit hits the fan. I tried the whole “I’m not shallow” routine and it never panned out for me.
I thought to myself that being miserable in marriage was simply not worth it. I have one life to live and I want what I want and I’m not going to settle. Hence, the divorce.
She changed after we married. She didn’t wanna party anymore, didn’t wanna go out on weekends except to grab a beer. We never did anything fun anymore. And what’s worse, is that she turned out to be more and more prudish over time. It took her one whole year to gain the courage to swallow - and that was under the influence of wine!
She looked like a Ferrari - at 45. I’m 43 and decent, but she was hot. The sex was lame, however. She was meat and potatoes. She dressed conservatively and what disappointed me most was she shot down every idea I had for her to be a goddess; wear a skimpy bikini at a pool party? No. Show off your flat belly with your dangly belly ring at a dance club for people our age? No. You would look like an IG diva if you let me get you large implants. No. I was at my wits end.
I paid off her debt. I bought her a huge rock. As we are going through the divorce now, I recall how many, many of her bedroom items are gifts from me. All a waste. I tried to bring out a sex goddess and all I ever got was a granny at 45 who wanted to have a beer Saturday night and watch “Housewives”.
If you want a woman who’s open to “plastic perfection”, find out up front. Don’t date or marry a prude. Usually freaks in the sheets are up for it. I learned my lesson the hard way.
Mic drop.