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FacebookIn season seven of “24” there’s an actress who caught my eye. While no woman could ever tame Jack Bauer, there’s something about this gal I like looking at. Now I wouldn’t go as far as calling her hot because her attractiveness falls way short of your average supermodel. She just has a thing about her–kinda of like “old lady hot.” Every time I looked at her, I found myself thinking, For someone her age, she doesn’t look bad. Her face had a wrinkle or two–but she wore it well. After two or three episodes, I became obsessed: I wanted to know more about her. What was her name? How old was she? Did she ever do softcore porn? Once again, not because she was hot–just attractive in an older woman kind of way. I dare not disclose her name because I don’t wanna be considered a granny chaser. Besides, I assumed she was much too old to be considered attractive by most standards.
Given my predetermined assumption that this woman was “older,” imagine my horror to discover she’s is only a few months my senior. This “old lady” is my age! Technically my peer and probably an ideal mate for me…and I viewed her as attractive “for her age.” Does that mean I’ve reached the point where I can no longer be consider attractive, only attractive “for my age?” Could it be that I’m not as young as I think I am? I would have guessed this woman had ten years on me–not ten weeks. For me to be that far off, she either aged very poorly or my perception is way off. I guess that goes with the territory when you marry a younger woman.
I haven’t written or posted much lately. I know many have come to expect a lot of gibberish spewing out of me, but I haven’t felt up for it in quite a while. I think it’s because this past summer has been one of the most difficult, stressful periods in my life. I took two hella difficult summer school classes at the same time that managed to consume every waking second of my day (The Wife decided she didn’t like me very much in summer school). Immediately after summer school ended, I had to deal with the death of a close, personal friend. He was more than my friend–I liked to call him my Nonsexual Soulmate. We’ve been friends for more than 18 years and his absence will be sorely missed. The Wife and I had to engage in a new car hunt because the one we just bought turned out to be flawed (which reminds me: wanna buy a sedan?). Oh yeah–she lost her job too and now neither one of us is working. Two weeks ago I threw out my back sitting up off the toilet. And as if this stress wasn’t enough to stop me from writing, it has also been incredibly hot–and I can’t concentrate when I’m sweating.
So here I am–the week school stars–trying to get back on the horse again. I had great plans for this summer–it was supposed to be the Summer of Nerd (“Seinfeld” reference intentional) and instead it’s been the Summer of Chaos. I suppose it wasn’t all bad. I was able to rededicate myself to reading and I managed to polish off 15 books in six weeks. I’ve also stayed up way past my bedtime on a daily basis. Hopefully this will be the start of me writing again…but who knows?
Things never work out as planned.