I Do Not Hook Up

I'm going to Denver on Sunday. Megan's in town and Dad's paying for my ticket back so I can keep Megan company on the drive there.
Okay, so I think I've discussed this before, probably on this very page (but, due to the nature of this writing area, my thoughts aren't given much time to develop and most of these ideas are half-baked, so to speak): it seems to me that there's some kind of tectonic shift that happens around a certain age. See, when a [heterosexual] man is just a boy, even before the age of puberty (you know, before he even really understands why he's doing it), the most coveted thing in the world is a woman (or girl, if this boy is around the prepubescent age (which his mind will, ideally, grow out of as he ages)) with whom he can do as he pleases. When a boy is young, he wants to kiss a girl. Everything ends there because any more excitement would be too mind-boggling. Then puberty comes, and the boy's imagination goes nuts and, well, a kind of "I'll take what I can get" mentality sinks in. Often, a boy will become a man and this mindset will never be replaced. Eventually, a long-term relationship may happen and the man's preferences will be fine-tuned into understanding that letting sex develop over a long period of time with a single person is extremely gratifying (while simultaneously lusting over what he can't have (or cheating and having the best of both worlds... but with a guilty, or merely depraved, consciousness)).
On the other side of the coin is the female mentality. Not being a woman, my take on this subject is purely conjecture, with bits of truth mixed in from accounts I've heard or, more commonly, hearsay from fellow gentlemen. Here it is: from a very young age, women have to be on guard. There are hungry boys and men with weather-tested tactics in manipulation and reverse psychology and what they seek is between (for some men) any woman's legs (for a slightly more honorable man, it's between any willing woman's legs). I think I'm digressing back to the side of the man, but it should be stated that half (which is a very rough estimate) of the fun of snagging a woman is chasing her down (which, for some men, is done literally. These men tend to land in jail).
Anyways, I'll just get to the point: at some point in a woman's life, maybe after she's realized that life is only a fairytale for a select few and that, for the rest of us, many trials and tribulations need to occur and that, for many of us, these don't lead us anywhere in particular. For instance, John once told me that a good way to look at a girlfriend is as a learning experience. Now that I've dated Lucy and Mindy and Angela and whoever else I knew so well that I could pin-point the parts of their personalities that did not go well with my own, I have a better idea of what I'm looking for. Mindy was truly a shot in the dark: I knew I wanted a woman who was willing to kiss me and was not opposed to getting drunk or high. Very loose idea. Then I learned that I did not want someone who didn't get along with my friends and who was clingy and whatever else. On to Angela, I found someone smart but took a step back in the clingy sense. Oh, and marriage. God, what an awful topic to be brought up at such a ripe age. With Lucy, I kind of scrapped lots of ideas I had that were merely ideas (which is to say, things I hadn't learned through experience or with empirical evidence). Once again, I learned that marriage is such an awkward topic (amongst many, many other thing).
Wow, this has some how devolved into an analysis of past relationships. Back on track, and getting to the point: Up to now, every girl I have ever dated under the age of 27 took a good amount of effort to shack up with (well, with a few exceptions). But then there are the girls over 27. Maybe I should make that number 25, cool? Cool. So, every girl I've had any kind of more-than-friends (however slightly)-relationship with has eagerly thrown themselves onto me. I gotta tell you, it's repulsive. I mean, if half the fun of a being interested in a girl is chasing after them, then these girls are scoring, at best a 50% on whatever test I administer them in my mind. Pretty dismal figure there.
So why is this? I don't know... but I can guess:
Being no exception, I take the role of chasing women (along with dating them and trying to piece together a successful relationship with one) as something that one can be good or bad at, just like hitting a baseball. Along the way, I'll learn something that seems like a good idea in every situation, so I'll stick to it. Girls have been known to react in a warm manner to well-placed compliments (guys fall for this much easier. For a man, being complimented on their hat is often misconstrued as "would you like to have sex with me?"), that's an easy one. So, my best guess as to why the over-25 women have thrown themselves at me is because they learned (in a misguided way (dealing with me, anyways)) that the fastest way to a man's heart is down his pants.
Or maybe the two girls I'm referring to are isolated incidents and they were just looking for kicks with a younger dude.