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Puberty 2.0
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Puberty 2.0 There are moments in life that you never really see coming. The first gray hair, becoming just like your parents You know it is possible, even probable, but one does not know that date until it happens. I had one of those moments today. Today was the day I became that “dirty old man”. The moment came and flashed before me, leaving me stunned. I was walking through a department store, not doing anything out of the ordinary when I looked around and saw something. The skin tight<b> yoga </font></b>pants, leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination, the not subtle curvature of her (let’s be generous) 20 year old ass or the smooth skin of her smiling face (at her similarly young suitor). I looked, as I had for most of my life, at an attractive female form. However, when I looked and realized how old the woman was, I felt something new. Shame. I felt that I should not have looked at her because she was young. I believe that I even know why. And no, it wasn’t just the ‘twice her age’ difference. The women that have really been appealing to me lately haven’t been the stereotypical model types. Rather, they have been more of the curvier, healthier type. While I like the SI swimsuit/Victoria’s Secret model look, it isn’t where my mind goes when I think about a partner. Somehow, I prefer reality to fantasy even in my imagination. Not what I would have thought would be the case back when I was 19, or 28, or even 35. Go figure. Now, I do still admire the taut young things and their gravity defiance. But when I think, perchance to dream of an actual bedmate, I see curves and comfort. Sensual rather than purely athletic. I dream of Indian summer, no longer desperate for eternal spring. Just feels right to me. Is that maturity? I truly hope so… |
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