Sorry if my aggravation has sprouted forth, but so many are missing the real point here, and are lost in the weeds.
And I know all of you mean well, but what I am seeing and hearing is projections of your own sexual frustrations onto Mrs. Pup. Far too stridently, I might add.
I'd say the one thing that ties all of it together is unresolved insecurities that all too many women (and men) have.
You don't know Pup's W. I don't know Pup's W. And truth be told, I don't think Mrs. Pup knows Pup's W either. I think she is floundering around trying to figure out why she's not happy with herself. I think she doesn't know what it would take for her to find real joy in her life.
Call me a hypocrite, but that is not a stretch -- all too many of us are trying desperately to find meaning and joy in our lives, to find the worth of all that is in our existence.
And yes, so many people are willing to step forward to offer their own prescription for happiness. And often "society" today holds up sexual gratification as chief-most of those "solutions".
I'm going to cut to the heart of the matter here -- until Mrs. Pup figures out her own path to contentment in her life, there will never be enough sex or mirrors or anti-aging creams or diets or young men or glowing compliments to give her the lasting joy she needs -- that which we all seek, incidentally.
I am certain only an IC and a MC will be able to get to the real source of the problem. Sex is but one part of the equation.
