A Mind is a Terrible Thing To Waste.

[uno,dos,3]

For some reason I've felt reflective the past few days.......at least as reflective as I care to be.....

When the weather get's cold around here I become a mall walker ( shudder). This for the uninitiated is like having the fact that you've aged thrown in your face. The mall doors open at 8 a.m. for the physical benefit of the geriatric set. The unlocking of the doors starts a stampede reminiscent of the running of the bulls.....except for the walkers, unsteady swaying, limping, and other physical impairments that aging bestows on many individuals..... a goodly number of the participants are in their mid-seventies and eighties and carrying on the good fight to remain mobile.   I join the swaying herd and always feel like I've become a part of the George Romero, zombies in the mall movie, I think it was called 'Day of the Dead'. Except I'm on a quest to stay alive as are all the people who I have joined. After walking in endless circles for an hour......exercise as a microcosm of life....I join some of the other codgers for coffee,  conversation, and woman gazing. At around 10 a.m. I often visit several, now open stores, and shamelessly flirt with several of the inappropriately aged (for me) saleswomen. I have been a flirt all my life...for me it's as natural as breathing. Several of the clerks refer to me as 'Mr. Cool'.....in a complimentary way I'm sure.....what with my braided hair and crocodile smile.

Now I come to the part that all my above rambling is leading towards.......more rambling. To the extent that I know myself......it's a true glimpse into some of my thoughts.....skewed as they might be. Like many of us I feel like I'm a younger person trapped in an older person's body.  I'm aware of having aged but I have proudly remained somewhat  immature for my age "with age comes wisdom, but sometimes age comes alone". As I mentioned in my previous post I get more then a little excited by attractive, scantily clad women.....an affliction no doubt shared with many of my gender.  This brings me to reflect on things about me that have changed with the years...dare I say 'decades' ?   I was....and still am..... more then a little attracted to women who look like they can hurt me....what's changed is that now I'm afraid that I'd actually get hurt. The younger women I flirt with still hold a physical interest for me.....but I now have a stronger interest in not spending a lot of time with them....I'm clearly aware that we are generations apart....and not in a good way. I'm irritated by my assumption that they view me as a fun, HARMLESS, older man......somewhere in my psyche' is the strong desire to be thought of as dangerous.....even as the dangerous aspects of my behavior have become almost extinct. So this brings me to thinking about what draws me to some younger women like a moth is drawn to a flame and even as I have no desire for their companionship......their blossoming sexuality attracts me and I think I want them to still find me to be still vital and sexually attractive.....I think I need affirmation that I'm viewed as a sexual being. I need to fight the feeling that I'm entering old age......even as my body continues it's inevitable downhill march and onlookers pass by me with barely a glance in my direction. Every time an attractive women walks by me I turn to look at her and I am only too keenly aware that over 15 years have passed since I saw any of these women glancing back at me. DAMN IT!!

[uno,dos,3]

Actually a mother daughter 3 way is nothing new for me Wayne.

About 9 years ago I was hitting on a woman at a local watering hole. She was about 55 years old. In the course of conversation she mentioned that she had 2 daughters both of whom were on the wild side. I casually mentioned that I'd love to have a mother/daughter 3 way.......she loved the idea and said she could make it happen that very night....so we arranged to meet at my place in 2 hours. The time passed and my doorbell rang......I don't think I've ever been so excited!! I opened the door and in walked the 55 year old and her 77 year old mom. What could I do? Afterwards I felt dirty and used.......and drained. I put my foot down and told the 55 year old that she had tricked me, taken advantage of me, and that I hoped that she didn't think this would continue on a regular basis............... We settled on once a month.

[ProblemAgain]

ahhhh and i didn't even know you were in england...."unusual circumstances".....uhhh like overly affectionate? claimed to be housetrained?  wear makeup?

Thieves Steal 160 Sheep Near UK Town of Wool

LONDON November 5, 2013 (AP)

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Wool's wool is missing.

Police in southwest England appealed for help Tuesday in tracking down thieves who made off with 160 sheep from a field near the village of Wool.

Police say the sheep were stolen between Saturday and Monday, and that the thieves would have needed a large vehicle to move the woolly haul.

Constable Adam Taylor says all of the sheep were electronically tagged.

He is urging anyone who has witnessed suspicious activity — or been offered sheep "in unusual circumstances or for very low prices" — to come forward.

[dwalt]

Better than being an old f@rt......

[Karin M Fichtner]

Are they the same in England as in the Wild West? Where men are men, and sheep are nervous?

My second husband was a Wisconsin farm boy. He always told me his first love was a cow. I never knew if he was kidding or not. I do know that when we were driving across the West and passed cows along the way, he would call out "endearments" to them....telling them he was in a hurry....but he'd catch up with them on the way back!! (I think it's appropriate here to mention that he was my ex husband at the time)

[ProblemAgain]

can't pull the wool over your eyes can he?

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