Frustrated at Forty

In looking at my current situation, I have to look back at my life. Mostly this is to see if I can see a pattern or to see if I can see possible reasons for my current situation.

My high school job was at a fast food restaurant – something that started my frustration of working with girls. Even in sad, polyester pants and tops, you couldn’t help to notice the girls who had filled out. There was an employee room downstairs where people would sometimes change but the hardest thing about being a male at this point in my life was the customers or people coming through drive-thru. There were always girls dressed like sluts, ladies showing too much cleavage in their cars. Marry this with the stupid movies such as Porky’s and that type – it was hard to be a teenage boy with all this going on. One of the store managers was ‘dating’ the cutest girl and they would be caught – often – having sex in the walk-ins. Needless to say, masturbation provided that release. If I had spent half the time I spent masturbating and had tried to actively find a girlfriend – probably would have been more successful in that department.
I changed jobs and went to work at a restaurant that was known for the tight/skimpy outfits on the girls and that the girls were not exactly ugly. I was in heaven. Girls would change in front me, adjust their pantyhose, fix bras – whatever. I think they did not necessarily do it on purpose – it was just part of life there. There were times that it may have been gratuitous – but it was harmless. We (the teenage guys) really enjoyed it.
My friends at school by this time were experimenting with sex and were having it. Condoms were still a thing that nobody liked – this was pre-AIDS scares. By Junior year (11th grade) pretty much everyone had had sex or at least convinced all the rest of us that they had. The general consensus was that it was fun, messy, and exciting. Alcohol was pretty much a part of everyone’s sex stories. I was the ‘virgin’ but my situation was rarely brought to light – I think it was a Guy Rule as well. Amongst ourselves, I would be teased, laughed at and at one time the guys were going to pitch in and get a hooker for me. In ‘public’ – it was not talked about.
At work, the older ladies did have fun ‘flirting’ with the young boys. There were some that acted upon their urges – nothing ever worked well for those relationships and mostly just meant that one of them would be leaving employment. I had started drinking quite a bit in the evenings and drinking with people from work was a regular occurrence. A few ‘possibilities’ presented themselves to me, but nothing real. I would have dates where we would make-out for HOURS. It’s amazing that our lips and mouths didn’t dry out from all the saliva. Copping a breast feel was a bonus, them rubbing our penis through our pants was even more cool. I think that all girls are taught how frustrating it makes the guys to tease us this way. We pretty much all would go home and jack-off afterwards. Making out in cars, in parks, in dimly lit family rooms with the parents upstairs – it’s pretty funny in retrospect.