Anyway, she told me her brother has entered the internet dating scene. He's pretty much the same age as me, but it seems he's seeking a younger model on the basis that someone in their early thirties (let's say) is going to look better in a bikini than an old bat either approaching or having passed the half a century mark; preferably somebody without the inconvenience of children. I can see his point. To some extent. I mean I could probably force myself to admire this hunk for more than five minutes if you strapped me down and deprived me of all other entertainment.
True - she probably will look better in a bikini. Certainly better than me - I don't think I have worn one of those things since the Treaty of Versailles; it's not the best look for stretch marks and random wobbly and/or bobbly bits. But then she may get that clock ticking thing we women are prone to and eventually want to reproduce in her own image.
I am so glad I'm not a man! They are much more likely to get bamboozled into a secondary bunch of sproglets.Think of your pensions, lads! You thought you'd be swanning off around the world enjoying some well-earned R and R, whereas in fact you'll be having to stump up another gazillion grand to get the new batch through college. Good luck to you!
One family is more than enough for me, ta! Twenty five years of dreaming up delicious and nutritious meals that will please everyone (Ha! yeah, right...as if) has had its toll. When the last chick
Which is why I check the profiles for cooking ability... That's a definite thumbs up moment!
A here's a prayer of thanks I thought I'd never say:
Dear Lord, Thank you for the menopause. Amen.