Older dudes can absolutely get younger girls. However, they are mostly going to fall into 2 categories. Serious emotional/psychological issues. Or looking for a sugar daddy without as much stigma.
If you are in great shape, have a good personality and a good job, then at 40 you can still pull girls in their 20s without to much trouble. If you let yourself go, and have nothing to show for your age then it will be a lot harder.
The better question is why would you want to? What would you even talk to them about?
Zozano@aussie.zone 19 hours ago
Look, champ, I don’t even know where to start with that screed of yours; it’s like you veered across every social lane marker at once and somehow managed to cut off common decency in the process. The whole thing reads like a rolling pile‑up of smug assumptions. you blast past nuance, tail‑gate empathy, and just keep flooring it on the highway of bad takes. People are out here trying to keep their traction in a world full of potholes; maybe set the cruise‑control of basic respect before you rear‑end reality, yeah?
How dare you talk shit about the Subaru Crosstrek. We’re dealing with a 220 mm ground‑clearance, symmetrical‑AWD, snow‑eating, gravel‑spitting, apocalypse‑commuter that will outlive three of your fashion cycles and still start on a minus‑five morning without a whimper.
It’s a five‑star‑safety‑rated go‑anywhere hatchback that gulps eight‑litres‑per‑hundred on the highway while your precious status wagons guzzle twice that idling at a café; it holds its resale value like a dragon sits on gold; throw a kayak on the roof, a mountain bike in the back, and go touch grass. The Crosstrek is the Swiss Army knife of daily drivers; slagging it off is like mocking duct tape - it only proves you’ve never fixed anything in your life.
blargh513@sh.itjust.works 16 hours ago
Oh lovely, the Subaru Crosstrek. The automotive equivalent of a bearded man in hiking boots who’s never seen a mountain. Yes, yes—220mm of ground clearance, symmetrical all-wheel-drive, and a CVT that responds to throttle like a golden retriever responds to algebra.
You call it an apocalypse commuter? Please. The only thing this thing has ever survived is a steep mall parking ramp. It’s not a rugged off-roader—it’s a cosplay Jeep for people who think flannel is a personality. This car talks a big game about conquering snow and gravel, but starts hyperventilating the moment it sees a hill and a headwind at the same time.
And let’s talk about power—actually, let’s not, because there isn’t any. Merging on the motorway in a Crosstrek isn’t just dangerous, it’s spiritual. You put your foot down, say a quick prayer to the gearbox gods, and hope that the CVT decides to simulate a gear that moves you forward rather than just turning fuel into unpleasant noise. Resale value, Swiss Army knife, duct tape metaphors—fine. But at the end of the day, it’s a hatchback with hiking stickers, delusions of grandeur, and the acceleration of a depressed tortoise.
It’s not that the Crosstrek is bad. It’s just that it pretends so very hard to be brilliant—while delivering the dynamic excitement of a soggy oat biscuit.
Someone64@lemmy.world 12 hours ago
Did you AI generate this entire response…?
Zozano@aussie.zone 11 hours ago
Pretty obvious on account of all the em dashes lol.