To know the true comparison of the cost of pussy, you need a bit of my life history first.
Marriage ain't cheap. At least for me it wasn't. Back in 1979 I was naive, and then, I got into 35 years of wedded bliss. Ha!
I met her in church. I was looking for a wife to be in the will of God and of the church I attended. I was already in my late twenties and was getting desperate (I thought). She was very cute and attractive and a year younger than me. And a widow. Her husband had died in a private plane crash. From that marriage she had two beautiful and handsome young children. Seven and eight. I really liked "Mary" and her kids. The younger child, the daughter, latched onto me almost immediately and freely was calling me daddy. The boy was a bit more reserved. But it felt so good getting all the attention from the kids. And also the attention from "Mary", who also was (and still is) a great cook. So I was invited repeatedly to enjoy dinner and the evening with them. Most the time I'd be playing with the kids and watching TV with the kids and "Mary".
Infrequently sometimes "Mary" and I would go out together without the kids to dinner and maybe a movie. After such an a date she asked me to stop at a drug store and was surprised when she bought some of those waxy spermicide/lubricant capsules that were available then. We left there with my mind considering the possibilities. Keep in mind I was still technically a virgin at that ripe old age of 29. Up to that evening I've had fun with a few ladies (all my age and younger) but never had real sex. I was saving myself for marriage. That night during a full moon we drove off the highway into the woods and got into the back seat of my '63 Impala, got naked, and fucked.
I was hooked in more ways than one. Of course the absolute thrill of the sex. And the satisfaction afterwards. And then the guilt of having sex outside of marriage. Complicated with my church upbringing. I felt obligated to follow through and marry her. I liked her. Thought it was 'love'. We got married within two months. I felt that love would grow. After all I felt I was in the will of God and of my church.
According to the way I was brought up in the fifties and the sixties it was normal and expected that the wife would not work a job and stay at home and tend to the kids and housekeeping and I as the man would be the breadwinner and support the family. So I did. I got a better job and then an even better union job with benefits and a pension. We had two more girls and bought a new double-wide. Moved it onto our newly purchased lot in the woods. That was in 1982 when the interest was ridiculous at 17%. (and I had a great credit rating.) Five years later my wife wanted some acreage so she could have a horse. So we moved onto 5 acres with a great view of the mountains.
In 1995 I transferred to the company terminal in Phoenix (as my original location was closed) with the idea I would just do the long commute once a week back to my Flagstaff home. That didn't last long before the wife wanted to move to the Phoenix area and buy a real house. We found one that she loved and eventually sold the Flagstaff place. By that time the older two kids had graduated from high school and were successful on their own. The younger two were enrolled into the local high school (and did quite well.)
My marriage looked good on the outside, but was in a lot of trouble on the inside. I hated how my job was turning out. I was gone on the road over a hundred hours a week and "Mary" was turning into a very insecure jealous woman. Still a good cook however. All four of my kids noted the trouble. Between them they all thought that "Mary" and I would divorce after the youngest kid graduated from high school. I was of the old idea of the 'cheaper to keep her' philosophy. So we stayed married. I honestly was satisfied. Then I retired.
I went from the one hundred plus hours away from home to being home 168 hours a week. Man. That really strained our marriage. When I bought an old suburban to be my towing vehicle it wasn't long before "Mary" lost it and accused me of seeing the woman I had bought the suburban from. (I gave that woman an extra $250 to help her and her kids stay in their place.) With all the pressures of our marriage and her jealousy, possessiveness, and demands, I couldn't take anymore. So I said, “That's it. I'm outta here.” We eventually divorced, and the judge awarded "Mary" half of the possessions and spousal support (till death) that literally has taken all my pension.
Upon reflection of my experience just from the financial aspect over thirty five years I have easily spent over a million dollars on my wife and family.
So, keeping it simple, take one million dollars divided by 35 years further divided by 12 months. With three boinks per month average is almost $800 per boink. Compare that to what it costs for a boink in the strip club or otc. And now even cheaper with my going to Tijuana and having a good time. Even with the party and drinks and the girls, it’s roughly $200 overall per boink. And the girls, oh man. Heaven on earth. Wish I had been in this mode ever since puberty.
Please understand that I am a selfish jerk that could have done better in my decisions of life.
Thank you.
