looks like this topic struck a chord.
To expand on my thoughts - I too used to believe the only option out there for a red blooded male with a healthy appetite for sex was to find the best looking girl you can - stay with her until it all goes to crap,..recover and go back it until you meet "the one".
I spent 9 years (common law - no kids) with a very attractive and positive woman. However, by the end, my sexual interest in her had completely disappeared. I was sexually frustrated, bored yet felt there were few options. Every couple of months I sought the services of a prostitute to relieve my boredom.
At least I had the disposable income to visit an escort - doubtless If I had a house full of kids, the money would have allocated to the orthodontist or the multitude of costs associated with raising kids. In addition, I don`t feel the surge of happiness that some experience with kids. I see it as a burden frankly.
2005 - After a difficult couple of years financially and personally, I decided to reward myself with a trip to TRhailand and Philippines. And I had an awakening.
Revealed to me was that I did not need to gain the approval of the local, overweight females my age. There was another game in town, - that being working for the future reward to holidays in Asia, more sex than I could handle (in my youth the supply never exceeded the demand) andf visits to exotic new lands.

Since then I see no end in sight. Working each day for the goal of returning to Nana Plaza, Angeles City and the white sand beaches with sexually eager 21 year old honey gets me out of ebd and at it. The prospect of working each day to pay bills and make other people happy - my sex life a memory - fills me with dread.
I would liek to say that at 40 years of age - only ONE of of all of the guys I know who are married wi children is happy. The remainder are chronically time deprived, fat, and sexually dead. they talk about `getting lucky`with their wives. You have got to be kidding!
I also used to believe that at some point in your life that it was all over and you had to settle down and live out the remainder of your days in a comfortable, innocuous stupor. being pleasant and sexually inert.
I have thrown out that belief. Now, there is no limit to the countries I can visit and the pleasures that can be sampled. And, vaguely in the back of my mind, is the possibility that in another 20 years - I may buy a small house in Pi or Thailand and have a sweet, simple wife who will make my coffee in the morning and provide that companionship.
At 40,..there is no hurry.