Trophy hunting
On an evening lately, I’ve been working with a colleague at her boyfriend’s house in order to get a demanding work project finished. In the process, I’ve been granted an unforeseen peek into the dynamic at play between an older man and a (much) younger woman.
Alison, my colleague, must be a good 20 years younger than Rob, her once-divorced boyfriend with whom she’s pretty much shacked up. Rob is my age, and, if I were to look at it objectively, probably quite a good suitor for me. So, what makes this eligible but older man go for a younger woman? Um, let me see, could it be her taut body, cute giggle and delightful naivety? Okay, perhaps a better question, then, is what makes this younger woman go for the old geezer? Of course, there’s always the bank balance, but Alison, who is not, I’ll admit, the gold-digging type, insists that she’s simply bowled over by this Rob, with his infinite wisdom and his 40-year-old man boobs (might I add, though, that on most occasions when I arrive at the house, Rob can be found lounging in his custom-made Jacuzzi sipping a not-too-shabby Chateauneuf du Pape).
Why am I getting myself bent all out of shape over this older guy-younger woman set up? Because this “teenager” is dipping her bloody rod – toned as it might be – into my lousy dating pond, which is all but fished out as it is. For sistahood’s sake, can’t she see that there’s just not enough to go round for us “older” women, who find ourselves washed up on the shores of singledom again, to still have to compete with a pair of pert young knockers? It’s downright disrespectful, I tell you.
I guess some would call it vengeful if I were to advise Alison to teleport herself into the future and consider how a 60-year-old Rob will look to her, a 40-is-the-new-30 self-discovered women. Does she really want to spend her vivacious fifties alternately changing false teeth and a catheter bag? And what if they have kids. Imagine 10 years from now, she’s buying Pampers for the little one and Viagra for him – may as well throw in a dose of Prozac for her too, then, such will be the job of managing the two.
- Single-again Samantha
a young woman makes an older man feel young again compared to bags and sags of the older, less loving woman never mind even if the older man has his brewry belly and sagging breast.
I guess everybody is selfish and dont mind a little enhanced pleasure.
thats the truth.
Women do it too.
I’d love (I think…really) to meet Single Again Samantha (if she’s real). However, she has a couple of comments that shouldn’t be made too general. I’m 61 and I have the salt-n’-pepper, but I don’t fit any of the other common characterizations of ‘old geezers’: I don’t have false teeth, no catheter bag, I’m trim (5′11″, 155#), in shape, and the last thing on the planet I need is Viagra (Lord knows). Having never been married (the right victim never presented herself at the right time, I s’pose), I have no baggage, but I can tell you that it’s no problem for me to meet women with whom I have absolutely nothing in common.
When you’ve not raised children (or been raised by a wife), your outlook is different, but I don’t think it’s right that women who’ve been ‘ridden hard and put up wet’, should get bent out of shape (not talking about you, of course) when a guy who has taken pride in his health/fitness doesn’t want to spend time with those who haven’t…enter the younger women.
Don’t get me wrong – I’ve seen 50+ (years) women who look absolutely fabulous…they just all seem to be taken.
Life just isn’t fair.
Happy New Year, and here’s hoping for better!