Interesting comment on my last blog
from Magnolea on the issue of age. So he thinks women in their 30s
are obsessed with it? Age, that is.
Yeah, I definitely think he has a
point. I wouldn't say we all are though. And often it depends on what
side of 35 you are.
I am currently sitting on it (35)
myself, but getting ready to move onto the other side, ie the one
closer to 40!
So I guess someone like me is going to
be slightly more preoccupied by my years than say a woman who is
around 32.
Nobody wants to age physically
Let's face it, nobody wants to be
getting older – physically that is. I get happier and happier as I
mature mentally and emotionally.
But I would rather not have the
wrinkles – I mean laughter lines – that come with it. And there
is the unavoidable issue of babies.
Still, that's life. I certainly don't
size up guys in terms of how quickly they can impregnate me. But I absolutely know some females who do!
Back to Magnolea' remark though. He
says that he knows a lot of guys in their 30s who run if they meet a
woman in her 30s because “they all seem to be nuts, in that really
panicky last chance saloon frame of mind and jump straight into the
heavy questions”!
Oh my Lord – is this true?
Seriously?! If I'm being chatted up by a guy of this age should I
pretend to be 29 or 41?
Would that increase my chances of
scoring – providing I ask him only frivolous questions of course?!
(I might put this theory to the test actually.)
My younger man bucked the trend
It's funny 'cause my 29-year-old
from last Saturday night didn't believe I was 35 – he thought I was
younger and kept going on about it.
And he was the one making all the
enquires about my job, where I live, where I'd gone to
school/college, what my father did. Now that I think about it, it was
like the Spanish inquisition.
And I didn't really question him at
all. I know his first name and age and that's it. I don't know his
surname, his occupation or another thing about him.
Crikey, I've just thought of something!
Maybe I didn't bother trying to find out stuff about him as
subconsciously I didn't see it going anywhere because he's six years
my junior.
Oh oh, perhaps I am obsessed with age
Perhaps I am obsessed with age after
all – but in the sense that I don't see myself ever being with a
younger man as I wouldn't be able to cope feeling like an auld one
beside him for the rest of my life!
OK, am not going to start analysing
that one. Like I said, it is what it is – a very lovely snog –
and I'll leave it at that. It's a pity though that age can't be just
a number.
Meanwhile, I'm going to a Halloween
party on Saturday night and I've not figured out yet what I should
wear. Anyone have any ideas for a sexy but not slutty costume? Or is
there such a thing?