Sunday, April 5, 2015

I just heard that someone I know just dumped his wife

 and now has a girl friend in her 20s. He's about my age.

I am not going to comment about the divorce. It's the 20-something little chickie that doesn't make sense to me.

When I lived in Ketchikan they had quite a number of cruise ships pull in weekly. Actually my favorite was the one that looked pretty sea-worn and didn't have the sleek look of one of today's cruiseliners. It actually looked like a real ship and most of the passengers I spoke with loved it because it wasn't pretentous. I digress.

Anyway, I saw a number of old men get off of these things with some little chickie about a third their age  draped on their arm and thought it was ridiculous. Most of them reminded me of Anna Nicole Smith.

Other then a pretty hot body, what does a woman that age really have to offer? It's usually pretty obvious that the little chickie is just picking the old goat's pocket. She likely is working on a couple more diamonds or another Corvette to add to her collection.

I imagine the old goat is just trying to buy his youth back which is a joke. It's gone. Admit it. I will readily admit that I am nothing more or less than an old man. A few years back I posted that I am. I told my family that after I am dead and gone that if anyone asks what I died of they are to answer 'old age' and leave it at that. After I hit 60 I reserved the right to die of anything I feel like.

Now I digress again. I will be sixty-four in a few months. I think I will ask my wife if she will still need me and still feed me when I'm sixty-four.

Still, I am not stupid enough to think that a young hot chickie is going to make me any younger. It doesn't work that way. No matter how much money you have. Old age is a big equalizer.

Incidentally I had a very tongue in cheek conversation with a very attractive woman in her 40s a couple months ago. I told her that having an affair with her would be a cruel thing to do to her because she would wind up in court.

She would be facing a jury to decide who initiated the affair. If the jury believed she did she would be charged with murder. If she could convince the jury that I was the one that initiated things then my death would be ruled a suicide.

Incidentally it would be interesting to find out how many of these old men with the little chickies are being powered with Viagra and cocaine. Probably more than you think.

It makes no sense to me because you have to realize that an old goat has little if anything in common with a young woman. There really isn't a whole lot to talk about other than the new Corvette you are buying her or how you've added another 10% of your estate to her in your will.

I will likely be jammed up for the next week. Will post when I can,

Pic, out.

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