R.I.P. Scout26
The Villages is a veritable boom-town for baby boomers aged 55+ who flock to the geriatric paradise in droves for its endless margarita mixers (happy hour starts at 11am), unlimited golf courses (50, to be exact), and notorious for its laissez-fair attitude towards sex, thriving swingers scene, and controversial politics.
A thriving swinger's scene has created a black market for Viagra and randy couples meet at each other's houses for key parties. Men pick their partner at random by selecting a set of golf cart keys jumbled into a bowl while wives wait in the parking lot for their mystery dates.
I'm not really seeing a down side here.
Then there is 81-year-old Dennis Dean, a life-long bachelor and drifter; who, like so many others, was drawn to The Villages' allure: 'The reason I came here is because I honestly figured this would be the last hurrah. Where else can you party seven days a week with live entertainment? It's a great place.'But unlike his peers who can afford the median home price of $295K - Dennis lives out of his illegally parked van within the gated community. He prowls the swimming pools, town centers, churches and polyurethane pickleball courts (friendlier on the joints) while looking for a gullible girlfriend that will take him in and he's not embarrassed to admit it: 'I came down here from California to meet some wealthy women and get set up for life,' he tells the camera.
Oppenheim thinks people are attracted to the hyper-manicured retirement mega-community 'Because they want to be told what to do and how to live. If you're able to relinquish any sense of your own individual self to live in this collective bubble, I'm sure, there is probably some kind of euphoria'
The Villages has the highest per capital STD rate of any town in Central Fl. It's a local meme around here that anyone you meet from there has an 80% or so chance of having the clap.
I think I know where I'm going to retire now.
That is all. *expletive deleted*ck you all, eat *expletive deleted*it, and die in a fire. I have considered writing here a long parting section dedicated to each poster, but I have decided, at length, against it. *expletive deleted*ck you all and Hail Satan.
Not for me. I don’t like dancing.