There's just no way god's a woman. If that were the case, our aging would be a beautiful process.
We wouldn't have hairs getting misdirected from places they belong, to places of distress.
We wouldn't have sleepless nights and hot flashes as we near the peak of our wisdom.
Our bosoms would stay in place, without wrinkles. Age spots,those nasty brown blotches, would be for bananas only. Period.
But, kicking and screaming, we head to the current state of affairs.
Women of Age must either be content with a negative beauty quotient, or fight like a Salmon heading upstream to spawn, employing every resource and investigative procedure to find out what works for them.
Yes, guys have the same problems. Men of Age have hairs appearing in the craziest of places. Their stuff doesn't function as readily as it once did.
Like us, they start being all torso, sinking into puffer-fish-dom: a couple spindly arms and legs springing from a roundish body.
Working out helps some. But it used to be way easier, and more rewards for the effort.
The advantage of having your life partner, significant other, mate, spouse, or "boyfriend" being the same age or even older, is there is tolerance.
I'm still the "hot young chick" for my man. He's older, wiser, and a definite stud muffin.
He always says it takes two of us to watch a movie. His good eyes, my better hearing.
Together, presuming we can catch the flick from the start, we figure out what is going on.
We wouldn't have hairs getting misdirected from places they belong, to places of distress.
We wouldn't have sleepless nights and hot flashes as we near the peak of our wisdom.
Our bosoms would stay in place, without wrinkles. Age spots,those nasty brown blotches, would be for bananas only. Period.
But, kicking and screaming, we head to the current state of affairs.
Women of Age must either be content with a negative beauty quotient, or fight like a Salmon heading upstream to spawn, employing every resource and investigative procedure to find out what works for them.
Yes, guys have the same problems. Men of Age have hairs appearing in the craziest of places. Their stuff doesn't function as readily as it once did.
Like us, they start being all torso, sinking into puffer-fish-dom: a couple spindly arms and legs springing from a roundish body.
Working out helps some. But it used to be way easier, and more rewards for the effort.
The advantage of having your life partner, significant other, mate, spouse, or "boyfriend" being the same age or even older, is there is tolerance.
I'm still the "hot young chick" for my man. He's older, wiser, and a definite stud muffin.
He always says it takes two of us to watch a movie. His good eyes, my better hearing.
Together, presuming we can catch the flick from the start, we figure out what is going on.
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