On Maidens and the Middle Aged Man.

I said in the previous post that I was going to mention a brief thought on the subject of maidens and middle aged men, didn’t I? And I also said it was going to be short. OK then, here it is.

I’ve observed during my longish sojourn in this human body that maidens – by which I mean young women approximately in the 18-23 age group – are quite often romantically attracted to middle aged men in their forties. It happened to me, you know, when I was in my forties. It was a constant source of delight to get so much attention clearly beyond the bounds of mere friendship from young women half my age and even less.

I suppose it’s because men in their forties are, for the most part, still fit, strong, active, and possessed of a healthy libido, but with an overlay of experience not yet evident in callow youth. And they look lived in. Young women of that age are probably the most open and searching of the various age/gender demographics, and so the added benefit of experience matters I suppose.

How pleased I am – or at least should be – that I am now genuinely old and therefore none of the above. Maidens, however delightful, can be a mightily mixed blessing, you see. They still smile at me, but it’s a very different smile than the one they used to bestow.