Getting younger
I just passed by the other laptop that Herself uses. You know the one? The one I used to have until it broke, and I hadnât the heart to throw it away. Itâs all right for browsing the Interweb, so I let Herself have it to keep her quiet amused.
Anyway I couldnât help but notice the web site she was in.
A fucking dating site.
She was off brewing another mug of tea so that gave me a chance to read the shite she was in the middle of writing –
âFemale, 50 [HAH!!!] seeks 25 to 50 year old man. Must be prepared to do house duties in return for favours.â
I pretended I hadnât seen it and went back to reading the paper.
âDo you think we could have one of those open marriages?â she asked coyly.
âI thought we always had one?â I replied without looking up.
That shut her up.
Fifty, indeed!!
You know us women never lie about our age. You must have heard her wrong when you first met her. I, for instance, am 25.
Yeah! Right! And I am 28……..
I don’t know what you’re talking about, I’ve been 35 for years now
It might save you a job GD.
S Mum – For years I used to tell our K8 that I was 21. I had to quit that lark though when she reached that age and copped on.
TT – Get out of that. I can throw a broom around the house like the best of them.
Oh I see, not a pop-up then. She’s looking for a man-bitch. Fair play. Might get one of them meself.
K8 – No. Not a pop-up. She’s welcome to her man-bitch as long as she stops moaning about all my bitch-bitches.
I am totally with her . . we ‘fifty’ year olds just aren’t interested in old men. We live beautifully in a life of total delusion chasing young things. Somehow it’s not so bad when you’re a woman! hehe!
The question is – will it keep you on your toes?
Well, while he’s busy with Herself (you know, washing dishes and the like) you can always raid his jacket and car for tobacco and loose change.
At the expense of about 2 or 3kb or Grandad’s extremely valuable storage space just want to say that this post really tickled me (is that alright?)
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