I thought I would take a little break from politics to explore a few random thoughts that have been bouncing around in my head. Since I haven’t had an intimate moment with a woman for almost four and a half years (not that I’m counting), I think I will start off with a few observations about sex and age. Before I begin, let me state that, yes, I know I’m going to upset someone with this. Tough. It’s my blog.
The older I get, the more irritated I get with our general culture. There seems to be a general belief that older people just aren’t interested in sex anymore. Younger people have made us older folk into caricatures that fit more comfortably with their concept of what parents or grandparents (or, god forbid, great-grandparents) should be.
There is almost no easier way for parents to gross out their children than by acting affectionately towards each other in front of them, unless it is to wait until they are teenagers and then say something to them about actually having sex with your spouse. That is guaranteed to send them into paroxysms of “Eww!” Though I am sure there are exceptions, I think that part of the reason for this is that parents tend to keep such stuff private, not revealing too much in front of the kids. But then again, that’s just my background and I don’t pretend to speak for everyone. Maybe there are kids who are used to seeing their parents getting it on on the dining room table, but I think that is probably the exception rather than the rule.
Let’s be clear and to the point – most of us older folks are just as interested in sex as we were when we were young. Yeah, it may not be as great a driving force in our lives now thanks to changes in our hormones and additional responsibilities and priorities, but we sure as heck haven’t lost the urge. The trouble is that as we get older, the opportunities tend to diminish.
This has caused me to observe an interesting shift in perspective. Speaking only as a guy now (obviously I would have difficulty doing otherwise), when you are a young man you potentially have access to women of all ages. If you have the right personality, including the ability to be sincere in your complements, you could become intimate with women anywhere from years younger than you to years older than your mother. (Yes, I know that doesn’t mean all women would be interested in a younger man; I’m just trying to make a point here.) However, it is the nature of (most) young men to stick to women around their own age. As a rule, older women hold no appeal to a younger man. So, a young man has the potential to have a woman of any age, but chooses to concentrate on women close to his own age.
Slowly, the perspective shifts. Now you are an old man. How has the situation changed? You are interested in women of all ages, but only have access to women around your own age. Yes, I know there are exceptions but they really don’t count unless you are a billionaire looking for a hot, young, gold-digging blond, and I’m not even a millionaire. I don’t know if this bothers any other older guys but it does bug me. It’s not really because I can’t “have” younger women, but rather that I am invisible to them as a man. Maybe it’s just an ego thing, or maybe it’s just more handwriting on the wall that says, “Hey, old fart,” but it makes me kind of sad anyways. Hell, maybe it is because I can’t have that young woman.
As I said, I now have an interest in women of all ages, so please don’t just write me off as a “dirty old man.” Hmm, come to think of it, where the hell did that phrase come from? Is an older man who is still interested in sex automatically called a “dirty old man.” Or does this only apply to older men exclusively interested in younger women? And why aren’t there “dirty old women?” (Um, I think I answered my own question. “Dirty old man” has a certain cultural charm, whereas “dirty old woman” sounds like a bag lady. Forget I asked.) Hell, I don’t know, but if being attracted to a woman, no matter what her age, qualifies me as a dirty old man, then dammit, yes, I am one.
So, to all the young women out there who see us older guys as nothing but human furniture, I have some news. While I’m standing there at the counter in McDonalds giving you my order and all you see is grandpa in front of you, I’m thinking, “Whoa, wonder what she would feel like in bed. Sure would like to see what’s under that uniform.” Of course, at the same time I am wondering, “What in the hell would we have in common? And what makes me think that I could keep up with a young woman like that?” In the end, I sigh, wish I were a younger man, and then accept the reality of the situation. But it’s still depressing.
As a necessary side note, I am happily in a “committed relationship” and not looking for extracurricular activity. I’m just making an honest observation here. And maybe I’m just feeling a little randy after four and a half years. And boy, am I gonna get into trouble for this post.
Edited to add: I must note that I did not get into “trouble” with my significant other for this post. Sometimes one makes assumptions that one shouldn’t make. That, by the way, tends to be what kills a lot of relationships, but that’s another post.